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CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

SONG        I. 

^KX.^LESS'D  be  the  day,  Fair  Charity 
O  B  O     When,  with  a  Saviour's  name, 
^wy^  On  earth  with  blooming  grace  adorn'd, 
A  heavenly  gueft  you  came. 

2  Born  of  no  man,  to  none  on  earth 

Thy  heav'nly  birth  thou  owes  : 
Sprung  from  thy  God,  in  thy  bright  charms 
His  glorious  image  glows. 

3  True  as  the  objeft  to  the  glafs, 

With  him  you  wake  your  fire  ; 
Frown  when  he  frowns,  hate  what  he  hates,    » 
And  what  he  loves,  defire. 

4  On  ev'ry  chofen  human  bread", 

Thou  ftamp'ft  v/ith  work  divine, 
The  form  of  God,  and  bid'ft  a  heav'n 
In  ev'ry  bofom  lhine. 

5  The  beggar  bafking  in  thy  beams, 

Forgets  his  miferies  : 
Hark  !  lonely  widows  fing  to  thee, 
And  fhouts  from  orphans  rife. 

6  Diffufe  thy  beams,  and  teach  my  heart 

With  genial  warmth  to  glow  : 
For  lo3  without  thy  heav'nly  aid, 
In  vain  my  numbers  flow. 


4  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

7  Could  I  with  elocution  fpeak, 

Tranfcending  human  tongue  ; 
And  could  I  fing  in  drains  more  fwcet 
Then  ever  angel  fung  ; 

8  And  did  not  Charity  infpire, 

And  raife  herfelf  my  voice, 
My  flowing  verfe  were  empty  found, 
"  My  eloquence  were  noife." 

9  Yen,  had  I  faith  to  weary  racks, 

And  pafs  unhurt  thro'  flame  \ 
And  did  not  Chanty  infpire, 
My  labours  were  in  vain. 

io  'Tis  love  which  plumes  the  wings  of  Hope, 

And  bids  her  ftrength  exert  ; 
Which  brings  our  faith  from  found  to  things, 

From  fancy  to  the  heart, 

ii  A  time  fhall  come,  when  ccnftant  Faith 

And  patient  Hope  {hall  die  ; 
One  loft  in  certainty  of  fight, 

"  And  one  diffolv'd  in  joy." 

12  But  thou  (halt  Jail,  when  thefe  no  more 

Shall  warm  the  pilgrim's  bread, 
Or  open  on  his  dying  eyes 
His  long-expe&ed  reft : 

13  Thy  unextinguifh'd  ray  fhall  burn 

Thro'  death,  unchang'd  thy  frame  : 
Thy  lamp  fhall  triumph  o'er  the  grave 
With  uncorrupted  flame. 

14  The  divine  lover  and  his  fpoufe 

To  reft  thy  lamp  fhall  light, 
Profufe  with  heav'nlv  blifs  divine, 
And  pregnant  with  delight. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGS.  5 

SON     G         II. 

BEHOLD  divine  free  Grace  arifc, 
Outfhining  all  the  thoughts  of  man  ! 
bov'ieign,  preventing,  all  furprize 

To  him  who  neither  will'd  nor  ran  ; 

2  Grand  as  the  bofom  whence  it  flow'd 

Kind  as  the  heart  that  gave   it  vent. 
Rich  as  the  gift  which  Gow   Deftow'd, 
And  lovely  like  the  Chrift  he  fent. 

3  Did  the  imperial  law  of  Death, 

For  one  man's  fin,  his  whole  race  doom, 
And  ad  who  draw  the  human  breach, 

Tho'  finning  not  like  him,  inhume  ! 

4-Ev',  here  the  fov'reign  fway  of  Grace 

les  with  fuperior  pow'r  to  fave, 
Than   (in  to  damn,  which-  doom'd  the  race 
To  one  wide'  univerfal  grave. 

5  Sin  reign'd  to  Death  ;  but  over  Sin 

And  Death,  with  more  imperial  fway, 
Grace  fpreads  her  more  extenfive  reign, 
And  doth  eternal  life  convey. 

6  Grace,  .by  a  righteoufnefs,  doth  reign, 

Wrought  in  .the  bloody  death  of  God  ; 
Where  Sin  is  fpoil'd  j  fo  Grace  doth  reign 
In  all  the  worth  of  divine  blood. 

7  Since  Sin  firft  flew  the  human  race3 

An  hoft  of  daily  fins  purfues 
Man  to  a  fecond  death  ;  but  Grace 

Steps  fov'reign  forward,  and  refcues  5 
A     2 


6  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

8  Life  more  abundant  we  poflefs 

O  fecond  man  !  than  Adam  loft  ; 
An  earthly  profpedl  crown'd  his  blifs  ; 

We  reigning  heav'nly  pleafures  boaft  : 

9  And  as  our  God's  obedience,  freey 

And  blood  divine,  excel  by  far 
Man's  due,  abftaining  from  one  tree  ; 

So  great's  the  life  thy  children  ihare. 

io  We,  bowing,  fing  thy  death,  fo  ftrong 
As  all  our  fouls  from  death  defends  : 

Shout,  ye  redeem'd  -,  for  hear  your  fong 
Begins,  and  never  never  ends. 

SONG         III. 

SHALL  earth-born  man  with  God  contend, 
To  him  his  parts  difplay  ; 
Hold  his  dim  beaming  reafon  up, 
And  rival  his  full  day  ? 

2  Form'd  by  his  hand,  fo  might  a  bowl 

Againft  the  potter  fpeak  ; 
Afk  why  for  bafer  *fe  defign'd, 
Why  fitted  up  to  break  ? 

3  Did  God  thy  reafon  frame,  to  tax 

His  attributes  divine; 
Or  was  it  to  infure  his  wrath, 
And  make  damnation  thine  ? 

4  Do  men  prcfumptuous  rufh  on  God, 

With  guilt  deforrrTd,  and  foul  -, 
Afk  for  that  favour  they  deferve, 
And  bid  his  thunder  roll  ? 

5  Speak  not  of  worth,  nor  cloud  his  grace, 

But  let  his  mercy  Ihine  : 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  7 

Mercy's  a  ftranger  to  thy  worth, 
All  fov'reign,  all  divine  ! 

6  He  wills,  for  why  ?  becaufe  he  wills, 

To  fave  the  finking  foul  : 
Nor  can  the  whole  creation's  pow'r 
His  fov'reign  will  controul. 

7  Hail  !  fov'reign  Grace,  divinely  bright, 

Beneath  whofe  ample  wing, 
The  guilty  myriads  raife  their  voice, 
Th'  angelic  myriads  fing  ! 

8  Sin's  in  the  pidure,  but  the  fhade, 

To  make  thy  features  rife 
In  all  the  charms  of  God,  and  fhew 
Th'  Almighty  to  our  eyes. 

9  When  awful  juftice  threat'ning,  flames 

With  unaufpicious  ray; 
Thou  tak'ft  the  finner  by  the  hand, 
And  wip'ft  his  tears  away  : 

10  For  thee  a  thoufand  fongs  await, 

A  thoufand  ages  fhine, 
Start  forth  to  view,  and  cry  aloud, 
Eternity  is  thine. 

SONG         IV. 

PRAISE  ye  Jehovah's  love  and  grace 
To  Adam's  guiity  wretched  race  j 
Sing  of  this  love,  the  fpring  and  rife 
Of  all  his  counfels,  great  and  wife. 

2  For  all  his  works,  his  creatures  all, 
Their  being  and  original 
Owe  to  this  love  ;  and  there,  again, 
They  tend,  as  rivers  to  the  main. 


8  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

3  What  elfe  is  evil  but  the  fnade, 
By  wifdom  in  the  pidture  laid, 

To  make  this  grace  arife,  and  fhew 
Its  brighteft  glory  to  our  view  ? 

4  Our  God  is  love  ;  his  wrath,  be  furc, 
Is  flaming  love,  which  fhines  mod  pure  -, 
And  (lands  oppos'd,  as  mid-day  light 
To  gloomy  darknefs  of  the  night. 

5  This  goodnefs,  as  a  deep  abyfs, 
All  working  outward,  full  of  blifs, 
Was  making  for  itfelf  a  vent 
Well  fuited  to  its  vaft  extent  ; 

6  By  which  it  might  with  freedom  flow, 
And  all  its  fulnefs  there  beftow, 
Where  it  fliould  have  an  endlefs  reft  : 
God's  wifdom  here  prevents  our  queft. 

7  What  is  capacious  to  receive 
Unbounded  Jove,  if  bounds  it  have  ? 
Or  where  is  found  an  obje<5t  meet 
For  grace  and  mercy  infinite  ? 

8  Not  all  the  things  which  could  be  made, 
A  proper  match  among  them  had 

For  boundlefs  love,  which  goes  not  forth 
To  obje&s  limited  in  worth. 

9  Neither  can  all  created  things 
Pafs  for  its  fruit  (the  gift  it  brings) 
When  the  intention  is  to  Ihew, 

By  giving,  all  that  grace  can  do  : 

io  Nor  yet  could  fin-forgiving  grace, 
'Mong  all  the  creatures  find  a  place, 
While  all  was  good,  no  room  could  be 
For  mercy's  aid  to  mifery. 


CHRISTIAN"    SONGS. 


1 1  But  Love,  which  is  the  only  God, 
Had  always  being  and  abode, 
Whole  in  each  one  of  loving  Three, 
All  blcfs'd  in  Love's  fociety. 

12  One  of  thefe  Three,  with  all  his  worth* 
To  union  near  with  men  goes  forth  ; 

So  join'd  to  them,  that,  in  his  name, 
A  right  to  all  this  love  they  claim. 

y  But,  firft,  they're  doom'd  for  fin  to  wo, 
That  he  for  them  might  undergo 
Their  curfe,  and  fo  might  fully  prove 
Th'  infinite  jealoufy  of  Love  : 

14  And  a<-  the  fame  time  manifeft 
Mercy  relieving  the  diftreft  ; 
Mercy,  all  fov'reign,  and  all  free, 
Saving  from  boundlefs  mifery. 

15  He's  unto  them  the  fruit  of  love, 
The  gift  which  can  its  greatnefs  prove  \ 
And  ev'ry  gift  which  grace  bellows 

Is  GoD-like  as  from  him  it  flows. 

16  And  he's  the  objeft  \  it  goes  forth 
On  them  made  perfedt  in  his  worth  ; 
All  built  in  him,  one  manfion  meet, 
Where  God's  love  ever  dwells  complete* 

17  Let  Wifdom^  therefore,  be  his  name  j 
The  fpring  of  wifdom  him  proclaim  : 
Call  him  the  Word,  who  can  exprefs 
God's  goodnefs  all,  and  fully  blefs. 

iS  Call  him  the  Father's  only  Son, 
Son  of  his  love  ;  in  him  alone 
The  Spirit's  fulnefs  all  can  dwell, 
Who  is  our  great  ImmanueL 


io  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

SONG        V. 

FOOLS  worfhip  gods  who  hate  not  fin, 
Nor  faying  power  have  : 
Our  God,  the  living  and  the  true, 
Can  both  be  juft  and  fave. 

2  The  juft  God  rnd  the  Saviour,  is 

His  chara&er  alone  : 
His  throne  is  fix'd  in  righteoufnefs, 
And  Grace  reigns  on  the  throne. 

3  Man's  life,  which  in  Gpd's  favour  lies, 

Is  ftung  to  death  by  fin  ; 
AH  his  attempts  to  heal  himfelf, 
The  deadly  fling  drive  in  : 

4  That  God  who  wounds,  alone  can  heal 

The  mortal  wound  he  gave  : 
In  Jefus,  dead  and  rais'd,  we  fee 
God's  pow'r  and  fkill  to  fave. 

5  Haft  thou  to  buy  the  juft  God's  grace? 

Or  know'ft  thou  what  to  give  ? 
Firft  Juftice  flew  his  only  Son, 

Ere  Grace  could  make  us  live. 

6  Know,  then,  on  no  precarious  ground 

Stand  Grace  and  Life  to  men  ; 
For  life  now  reigns  in  God's  dear  Son, 
For  us  by  Juftice  flain. 

7  This  is  the  only  true  God ;  this 

Is  life  eternal,  fure  : 
Then,  little  children,  keep  yourfelves 
From  ev'ry  idol  pure. 


CHRISTIAN      SONGS.  n 

SONG     VI.     Part  I. 

ETERNAL  love's  the  darling  fong, 
Well-pleafing  to  Jehovah's  ear  j 
Attend,  ye  fav'd,  ye  pardon'd  throng, 

With  all  your  grateful  harps  drawn  near : 

l  'Tis  yours  to  fing  th'  eternal  date 
Of  love  divine,  and  how  it  moves 

To  helplefs  man,  with  gladnefs  great  : 
Sing  loud,  for  God  the  fong  approves. 

3  Hail,  BethleVm  !  hail !  that  ruddy  morn, 
Whofe  rays  adorn  the  infant  God, 

Jehovah  of  a  virgin  born, 

Who  righteoufnefs  and  life  beftow'd. 

4  For  us  falvation  wide  difplays 
Her  ample  all-refrefhing  wing  ; 

Safe  in  the  fhade,  that  love  we  praife, 
And  all  its  peerlefs  glories  fing  : 

5  We  fing  the  garden  and  the  tree, 

Red  with  the  blood  which  cries  for  peace; 
Heav'n  echoes  back,  I'm  pleas'd  in  thee  ; 
And  Wrath  to  Mercy  now  gives  place. 

6  From  this  dread  objedl  flows  our  joy, 
Here  all  the  majefty  and  worth, 

And  love  of  God,  without  alloy, 
In  brighteft  fplendor  do  Ihine  forth. 

7  We  fing  a  note  that  high  prevails, 
Above  the  angels  free  from  fin  : 

Who  cannot  tafte  the  cure  which  heals 
The  deadly  fmart  of  wrath  divine. 

8  As  food  the  hungry  foul  relieves, 

As  choice  perfumes  delight  the  fmell ; 


id  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

So  Mercy  from  the  crofs  revives 
Man  finking  in  the  jaws  of  hell  : 

9  The  wonders  of  Chrift's  blood  arife 
Bright  in  the  drooping  wretches  view  : 

Aftonifhed  with  the  dear  furprize, 
'His  joyful  tranfport  who  can  faew  ? 

Part     II. 

THY  love,  O  jefus  !  is  a  theme 
Which  never  never  old  lhall  grow  , 
All  .ages  of  the  church  proclaim 
How  fweetly  did  its  numbers  .flow  : 

2  Down  from  the  birth  of  infant  Time, 
Thro'  Evey  Abra'am,  and  David's  line, 

Thy  love  doth  run  in  (trains  fublime, 
And  running  with  new  glories  ihine  ; 

3  TiU  thou  waft  found  .a  babe,  O  God  1 
When  angels  throng'd  to  join  our  lay  $ 

Until  thy  love,  in  ftreams  of  blood, 
Did  all  its  wealthy  ftore  difplay. 

4  At  thy  afcent,  the  fpacious  heav'n 
All  round  re-echo'd  with  this  theme, 

Whqn  from  the  throne  the  word  was  giv'-n, 
"  Let  all  the  angels  praife  his  name." 

5  At  thy  return,  eternal  fame 

From  all  the  faints  fhall  found  to  thee, 
On  banks  of  Eden's  cheering  ftream, 
Beneath  the  life-reftoring  tree. 


T 


Part     III. 

H  Y  love  makes  us  count  all  things  lof< 
To  fcorned  poverty  gives  charms; 


Makes  martyrs  bold  ev'n  on  the  crofs, 
And,  fioging  triumph,  reach  thy  amis. 

2  When  thy  love  glows  upon  the  hear,. 
Difgrace  forgets  her  fhocking  name, 

Afflictions  lofe  their  deadly  frqart, 

And  Patience  iiniles  amidfc  the  flame  ; 

3  Salvation  founds  from  racks  and  flakes, 
Hope  blunts  the  fword's  devouring  edge  ^ 

Severed  torture  joy  partakes, 

Of  heav'nly  bliis  the  welcome  pledge. 

4  Broad  heav'n  and  earth  fhall  fing  of  thee. 
And  their  melodious  numbers  raife  : 

We'll  ma^e  thy  name  rememo'red   be, 
Th'  eternal  centre  of  all  praife, 

5  Sing  all  ye  bright  angdic  povv'rs  ; 
Ye  fons  of  Mercy,  praife  your  King  $ 

The  burden  of  the  fong  is  yours  : 
Let  wide  creation  chorus  fing. 

6  And,  O  !   to  join  that  heav'nly  flrain., 
Admit  poor  us,  who  fay  no  more, 

But,   J-fus  drf'd^  and  rcjz  again  ; 
And  all  our  tod  for  life  is  o'er. 

SONG         VII. 

DESCEND,  fair  Hope  (tho'  heavenly  born, 
Thou  vifit'ft  human   race), 
And  let  us  in  thy  facred   glafe 
Survey  our  Saviour's  face. 

I  Jet  fongs  for  e  er  crown  that  morn, 
When,  new  to  life  again, 
fi 


ivi  u    x     x   a  x^  o  v/  l>-\j  kJc 


hnmanuel  rofe,  and  fent  thee  down, 
Full  fraugtu  with  life  to  men. 

3  Tho'  man,  in  Eden,  was  of  old 

With  heav'nly  vifits  bleft  ; 
More  happy  they  to  dwell  with  whom 
Defcends  this  heav'nly  gueft : 

4  For  them  a  fairer  Eden  fhines, 

And  on  their  wond'ring  tyts 
The  riches  of  their  fmiling  God 
In  larger  profpe&s  rife0 

5  Led  by  thy  hand,  celeftial  Hope, 

How  oft,  at  thy  defire, 
Has  man  cncounter'd  fhame  and  want, 
Nor  fiirunk  to  pafs  through  fire  ? 

6  See,  gazing  on  the  ample  joys 

Which  wait  a  happier  day, 
How  the  pale  famifh'd  vifage  fmiles, 
And  poverty  looks  gay  ! 

7  O  happy  they  whofe  dying  eyes 

By  thy  blefs'd  hands  are  feal'd  ! 
In  hope  of  life  they  deep,  and  wake 
To  fee  that  life  reveal'd. 

3  Let  others  bound  their  life,  and  joys, 
In  what's  to  earth  confin'd  : 

Take  wing,  ye  faints,  and  foar  with  Hope 
To  pleafures  more  refin'd^ 

o  Where  Jefus  waits  to  crown  your  flight 

With  tranfport  in  his  face, 
And  where  th*  eternal  arms  unfold 

To  meet  your  dear  embrace. 

IO  But  what  is  Hope,  and  what  is  Faith  ? 
£yt  fainter  ftars  of  night, 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  ij 

To  guide  the  pilgrim   thro'  the  fhade, 
Till  dawns  the  morning  light. 

ii   O  !  let  the  morning-fear  arife, 

And  ufher  in  the  day 
With  brighter  beams  ;  then  paler  lights 

And  fhadows  By  away. 

SONG         VIII. 

WHERE  Jliail  the  guilty  who  hath  loft 
The  divine  favour  by  his  fin, 
Find  worth,  which  he  can  fafely  trufiy 
A  righteouihefs  to  glory  in  ? 

2  How  calm  his  guilty  confeience'  fears  ? 
What  ihall  he  work,  what  fhall  he  feel  ? 

He  wearies  heav'n  with  prayVs  and  tears  : 
But,  ah  !  there's  fomething  lacking  flill. 

3  Behold  the  crofs  !  the  blood  divine 
Which  there  for  fons  of  wrath  was  fpiit  ! 

HfreVworth  enough-  to  glory  in, 
Enough  to  purge  the  fouled  guilt. 

4  When  fond  experiences  are  gone, 
All  frames  and  feelings  blown  to  air, 

The  crofs  remains  your  boall  alone  -3 
For  all  your  righteoufnefs  is  there  : 

5  Is  guilt  your  burden  ?  from  the  crofs 
Springs  glorious  liberty  to  you  : 

Or  would  vou  worldly  lulls  opoofe  ? 
The  crofs  victorious  ftands  to  view. 

6  Would  ye  like  Jefus  fhine,  when   he 
In  glory  comes  the  lecond   time  ? 

.rk  well   his  afpeil  on  the  tree  ; 
Take  up  the  crofs  and  follow  him. 


JO  LHKi^llAJN       5  U  JN  <jr  5. 

SONG.         IX. 
ELCHIZEDECK,  immortal  pried  ! 


OVr  peace  and  righceoufnefs  doth  reign, 

0  Moft  High  God,   before  thy  face, 
And  glory  fills  the  blefs'd  domain  : 

2  For  now  the  ftrife  is  at  an  end, 
'Twixt  fmners,  righteous  God  and  thee, 

How  thou  fhould'lt  make  the  guilty  bleiVd 
Yet  juft  and  righteous  herein  be. 

3  To  end  this  ftrife  God  interpos'd, 

His  dread  and  ibiemn  oath  :  He  fwore, 
To  confecrate  the  only  Son 
Of  God  a  prieft  forever  more. 

4  With  facrifice  his  hand  was  fill'd, 
In  God's  own  prefence  to  appear, 

With   blood  divine  fhed  from  himfelf, 
Moir  precious,  and  forever  dear. 

5  No  more  a  finful  mortal  priel>, 

V\  ith  dying  breath  for  fin  atones  ; 

1  r  ftands  confeffihg  his  own  guilt, 
N  ;r  dies  fucceeded  by  his  fons  : 

6  No  more  the  blood  of  bulls  and  goats 
Sprinkles  the  earthly  holy  place  ; 

No  more  in  tinfel'd  glory  ftands 
A  finful  mortal  begging  grace. 

SONG         X. 

TO  thee,  O  Jefus  !  is  my  pray'r 
Who  mankind  by  thy  death  hall  fav'd. 
And  to  the  holieft  of  all 

A  new  and  living  way  haft  pav'ck 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  17 

2  Refcue  me  from  mj  felf,  O  Lord  3 
Break  Satan's  pow'r  within  my  foul  -> 

And  let  not  worldly  lulls  me  rule, 
But  by  thy  fpirit  them  controul. 

3  Tho'  red  as  crimfon  are  my  fins, 

Thy  blood  can  make  them  white  as  fnow  : 
If  thou  but  fpeak/ft  the  word,  then  ftraight 
My  foul  lhall  vanquiih'd  fee  its  foe. 

4  Mofl  precious  Faith,  thou  purchas'd  haft,   ' 
And  love  which  never  fades  away, 

And  Hope  which  foars  on  fwifteft:  wing, 
Breathing  for  everlafting  day. 

5  Teach  me  thou  meek  and  lowly  One, 
To  learn  of  thee  this  world  to  fcorn, 

Thy  crofs  to  make  my  only  boail  : 
Humility  let  me  adorn. 

6  Let  faith  of  things  not  ken  as  yet, 
And  fear  of  evils  flow  but  fure, 

And  love  of  truth,  and  hope  of  bills 
Unnnerited,  my  foul  fecure. 

SONG         XL 

THANKS  to  that  love,  which  gave  us  God 
To  bleed,  to  purge  our  fin; 
WiiO  in  the  worrh  of  his  own  blood, 
The  heav'ns  hath  entcr'd  in  s 

2  And  to  the  holieft  of  all 

Hath  confecrate  a  way, 
To  enter  thro'  the  rended  vail, 

And  grateful  worfhip  pay,  > 

B     2 


iS  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

3  Here  ends  all  fearch,  our  God  to  pleafe  ; 

We'll  work  for  life  no  more  : 
This  blood  gives  ev'ry  conference  eafe  -, 
'Tis  balm  for  ev'ry  fore. 

4  Blefs'd  are  the  people  who  are  taught 

By  fov'reign  Grace  to  (land  ; 
In  righteoufnefs  they  have  not  wrought, 
Nor  touch'd  it  with  their  hand. 

5  Turn,  ev'ry  wounded  conference,  here 

Our  bleeding  God  furvey  : 
God  from  the  glorious  fufferer  : 
Hath  turn'd  his  wrath  away. 

6  Here's  accefs  to  the  Father's  face 

Thro'  Jefus'  wounds  and  blood  : 
At  the  blood-fprinkled  throne  of  Grace 
Adore  the  living  God. 

SONG     XII.     Part  I. 

GOD's  mercies  we  will  ever  fing, 
And  tell .  the  wonders  of  his  grace  : 
Eternal  love,  we'll  view  thy  fpring, 
The  marvels  of  that  love  rehearfe. 

2  Forever  hallow'd  be  thy  name, 
Fair  Mercy  in  the  blood  of  God  ; 

Sweet  to  the  .foul  which  feels  the  pain 
Of  guilt,  th'  intolerable  load. 

3  Sinners  behold  cur  fuff'ring  God  ; 
See  !  v/ith  yon   cry  his  foul   is  gone: 

View  him,   by  viaih  divine  purfu'd, 
Until  he  loudly  ciies,  Tis  dcr.e  ! 

4  Extol  that  Grace,  ye  faints,  which  gave 
The  fpotlcft  hJy  one  and  juft, 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  19 

To  devils  rage  and  to  a  grave  : 

And  mix'd  with  blood  of  God  the  duft. 

5  His  foul  with  dreadful  anguifh  fill'd 
Unutterable  torments  felt  -, 

His  confcience  pure  became  defil'd 
With  fin,  and  made  his  heart  to  melt. 

6  What  wonder  then,  if  thro'  his  love, 
Our  fouls  now  purg'd  from  ev'ry  ftain, 

Partake  the  peace  of  God,  and  prove 
In  us,  that  Chrift  dy'd  not  in  vain  ? 

7  O  Jefus  !   now  how  mercy  flows  ! 
What  blotting  out  of  fin  is  here  ! 

God  to  thy  wounded  confcience  (hows 
No  mercy,  till  'its  fully  clear 

8  Of  all  our  horrid  guilt,  made  thine  ; 
Until  thy  unexampled  love, 

Thy  blamelefs  innocence  divine, 

And  bloody  death  that  guilt  remove. 

9  Mercy  was  far,  dear  Lord,  from  thee, 
When  God  frown'd  on  thy  parting  foul  ; 

When  in  thy  lateft  agony, 

His  wrath  into  thy  heart  did  roll. 

10  O  God  !  thy  wrath  o'erwhelm'd  thy  Sin, 
And  pierc  d  that  foul  mod  dear  to  thee. 

That  finners  unto  thee  might  come, 
The  chief  cf  jinners  fiich  as  \vc. 

Part     II. 

SINNERS  of  ev'ry  tribe  behold 
The  price  of  tv'ry   kind  of  fin, 
God's  various  wrath  and   manifold, 
lor  various  guiic  met  all  on  mm. 


20  CHRISTIAN    SONGS. 

2  What  millions'  fins  that  death  atones  ! 
When  God  himfelf  in  blood  expir'd, 

A  whole  burnt-offering,  at  once 

The  whole  of  what  our  God  required. 

3  Behold  ye  hypocrites  the  man, 
Ev'n  in  the  eye  of  God,  fincere  -, 

Ye  covetous  behold  himy  than 

The  fox  have  lefs,  or  birds  of  th'  air. 

4  Ye  who  feek  honour  and  a  name 

See  Chrift's  mock-robe,  and  crown  of  thorn  ; 
Whom  angels  worfhip  fill'd  with  fhame, 
A  mock-king,  in  contempt  and  fcorn. 

5  Proud  felf-conceited  finner  fee 
His  fpirit  Jowl/,  meek,  and  mild  : 

Malicious,  ftand  condemn'd,  when  yc 
See  jpefus  made  a  little  child. 

6  Ye  who  love  pleafures,  hear  his  cries, 
Behold  his  agony  how  great  ! 

See  falling  from  him  to  the  ground, 
Like  heavy  drops  of  blood,  his  fweat. 

7  Backfliders  wonder  at  this  grace, 
And   blufn  to  think  how  Jefus  flood 

Unfhaken,  crying  in  your  place, 

Why  haft  thou  left  me,  O  my  God! 

8  He  flirunk  not  in  that  fatal  hour, 
Wiien  our  accur^'d   backflidings  all 

O'erwhelm'd   his  foul  replete  with  love, 
And   fill'd  his  bitter  cup  with  gall. 

9  MERCY's  the  guilty  finner's  plea, 
In   its  Almighty  broad  extent  ! 

Sweet  to  our  fouls  forever   be 

The  gra.e  wnich  gave  that  mercy  vent. 


v,  n  IV  jl  o  i  i  rx  ix       o  ^  n  u  o.  -^  i 

id  O  may  that  mercy  to  the  end 

Be  ours,  which  all  the  faints  do  claim  -, 
Which,  how  we  ihare,  is  all  explain'd, 
*  When  v/e  O  Jefus  !  know  thy  name. 

SONG         XIII. 

WHEN  this  great  world  was  fram'd  of  God, 
And  earth  carv'd  out  for  our  abode  ; 
When  all  thefe  orbs  their  courfe  began, 
And  in  harmonious  order  ran  ; 

2  When  God  had  laid  the  corner-done,. 
And  refted  in   his  works  now  done  ; 
The  morning-ftars  together  fang, 

The  heav'ns  with  tuneful  echoes  rang, 

3  The  fons  of  God  a  fhout  did  raife, 
To  fee  the  fabric  fpeak  his  praife  -, 
The  pow'rs  of  fire,  of  light,  and  air, 
Exprefs'd  his  godhead  ev'ry  where. 

4  But  chiefly  in  the  corner-frone, 
In  man,  his  image  brighteft  (hone  : 
A  creature,  fit  to  take  delight 
With  him  in  all  his  works  of  might. 

5  But,  ah  !  this  harmony  e'er  long 

Stopt  fhort. — Sin  enter'd — marr'd  the  fong  : 

Infefted  firft  the  corner-head, 

Then  quick  thro'  all  the  building  fpread* 

6  No  human  (kill  could  e'er  avail 
This  freting  leprofv  to  heal  ; 

No  creature's  blood,  no  mortal  prieft, 
Could  purge  away  the  noxious  peft  ; 

7  Dread  ruin,  louring  from  on  high, 
With  all  her  bolts  of  wrath,  drew  nigh  ; 


9 


Till  that  blefs'd  day,  decreed  of  heav'n, 
When  from  the  dead  to  us  was  given, 

8  The  Lord  in  human  likenefs,  made 
More  fit  the  works  of  God  to  head. 
Then  any  being  could  be  found 

In  all  the  wide  creation  round. 

9  This  glorious  Immanuel 

With  wretched  man  vouchfaf'd  to  dwell, 
Took  on  himfelf  our  lepro fy, 
And  felt  its  word  malignity  : 

10  Shut  out  from  God,  and  Ifr'eV%  camp, 
His  fpirit  felt  a  fearful  damp  : 

With  our  plagues  fill'd,  a  loathfome  cup 
Was  giv'n  to  him  > — he  drank  it  up, 

ii   This  draught,  invenom'd  with  the  curfe,. 
Soon  left  him  breathlefs  on  the  crofs  ; 
The  blood  gufh'd  from  his  peirced  fide, 
And  firft  himfelf  it  purify'd. 

12  Then  having  fprinkled  ev'ry  ftone, 
He,  as  head-corner  was  laid  on  : 
Thus,  of  God's  temple  ev'ry  whit, 
Speaks  forth  his  praiie,  in  Chrift  compleat. 

13  Two  guiltlefs  birds  were  captive  led 
To  paint  this  truth  ;  the  one  was  bled  ; 
One  dipt  in  blood,  to  heav'n  let  loofe  : 
That  blood  reftor'd  th'  unha'ilow'd  houfe. 

14  The  whole  creation  evermore 
Stands  now  more  glorious  than  before, 
Knit  by  a  corner-ftone,  through  which 
No  evil  can  the  building  touch.      » 

15  Ye  rnorning-ftars  renew  your  notes. 
Triumphing  o'er  ail  Satan's  plots, 


Christian   songs.         53 

n  concert  with  the  church  of  God, 
Vho  Ihew  the  worth  of  Jefus'  blood. 

6  Sin's  but  a  paufe  put  in  your  fong, 
ro  make  the  following  notes  more  ftrong  j 
rhe  Juft,  the  Saviour,  ftiines  more  bright 
fhan  in  the  fire,  the  air,  the  light. 

SONG        XIV. 

THIS  is  the  day  the  firft  ripe  fheaf 
Before  the  Lord  was  wav'd  ; 
And  Chrift,  firft-fruits  of  them  who  flcpt, 
Was  from  the  dead  receiv'd  ^ 

2  In  name  of  all  for  whom  he  dy'd, 

That  after  him  they  may 

Rife  when  he  comes,  a  harveft  full 

Of  life  that  lalts  for  aye. 

3  And,  as  the  truth  of  the  firft-fruits* 

The  Spirit  came,  this  day 

Of  that  glad  feafl,  a  comforter 

With  us  on  earth  to  ftay  -y 

4  An  earned  of  th'  inheritance, 

Ev'n  that  fame  heav'nly  red, 
Where  Jefus  entVing,  hath  from  thence 
Us  with  the  firft-fruits  bleft. 

5  Then  let  us  keep  the  day  of  reft  : 

Our  works  for  us  are  done  : 
The  feventh  day  Sabbath  is  no  more  ; 
The  earthly  reft  is  gone. 

6  To  th'  heav'nly  reft  let's  follow  him, 

Whofe  death  hath  pav'd  the  way  ; 
And,  with  the  whole  creation,  groan 
Fqr  that  redemption-day. 


24  l  n  rv  i  o  i  i  ii  i^      o^rsoo. 

SONG        XV. 

THY  worthiness  is  all  our  fong, 
O  Lamb  of  God  !  for  thou  waft  flain  j 
And  by  thy  blood  bought'ft  us  to  God, 
Out  of  each  nation,  tribe,  and  tongue  ; 
To  our  God  mad'ft  us  kings  and  priefts, 
And  we  fhall  reign  upon  the  earth. 

c  Salvation  to  our  God,  who  fhines 

In  face  of  Jefus  on  the  throne, 

The  only  juft  and  merciful  : 

Salvation  to  the  worthy  Lumb, 

With  loud  voice,  all  the  church  afcribes  i 

Amen  I  fay  angels  round  the  throne. 

2  To  him  who  lov'd  us,  and  wafh'd 
Us  from  our  own  fins  in  his  own  blood, 
And  who  hath  made  us  kings  and  priefts, 
To  his  own  Father  and  his  God, 
The  glory  and  dominion  be 
To  him  eternally.     Amen  ! 

SONG         XVI*. 

N  this  one  aft  redemption  fhines  ! 


In  all  its  parts  compleat  ; 
Eternal  Love  !  all  thy  ddigns 

Heie  vicw'd  at  once  do  meet. 

2  This  fhews  the  covenant  of  peace 
Firm  feal'd,  and  ratify 'd  : 

Here  opens  all  that  ftore  of  grace 
By  which  we're  juttifyM. 


*   Tiiis  Song  idejs  to  tnc  LoiU's  Sapper. 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  2 

3  Here  God   invariably  Juft 

And  holy  doth  appear  ; 
Here  he  fhines  forth  the  Jealous  God, 
Who  clearing  doth  not  clear. 

4  Great  God  !  did  e'er  thy  Juftice  fhine 

With  luch  unfully'd  flame, 
As  when  the  Son  of  God  for  fin 
A  facrifice  became  ? 

5  When  we  this  broken  body  fee, 

And  this  fhed  blood  behold  ; 
Tho'  vile,  O  holy  God  !  to  thee 
Approaching,  we  are  bold. 

6  For  now,  thy  throne,  firnam'd  of  grace, 

No  longer  doth  affright  : 
Thy  fatiate  Juflice  now  gives  place 
To  Mercy  thy  delight. 

7  Becaufe  th'  all-worthy  Son  of  God 

His  brethren's  flefh  put  on  ; 
And  their  whole  guilt  (a  dreadful  load)  ! 
Accounted  as  his  owrn. 

8  Each  fin  of  theirs'  fill'd  his  pure  foul 

With  agonies  of  fharne  -y 
To  purge  their  fouls,  which  were  mofc  foul, 
And  clear  them  from  all  blame. 

9  What  anguifh  mud  the  Father's  wrath 

Give  fuch  a  loving  Son  ! 
The  blot  of  guilt  was  double  death 
To  this  mod  holy  One  : 

10  Gonfcious  of  all  his  brethi 

Before  the  righteous  God 
C 


i6  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

'- 

c 

Fie  groans  :  his  fweat  falls  to  the  ground, 
Like  heavy  drops  of  blood. 

1 1   God  faw  our  guilt  collected  meet 

On  Jefus  in  our  name  j 
His  fury  burnt  with  fervent  heat, 

His  jealoufy  did  flame  3 

xi  At  once,  to  fhew  his  vengeance  juft, 

He  fumrnon'd  all  his  wrath ; 
Indignant  glory  rofe  ;   he  curft, 

And  frown'd  the  Lord  to  death. 

33  This  fpreads  our  table,  fills  our  cup, 

Salvation  without  bound ! 
The  frown  is  paft  ! Now  joy's  laid  up 

Our  fufPring  God  to  crown  ! 

14  Shall  e'er  the  vileft  finner,  clad 

In  all  his  worth,  Great  God  ! 
Be  clamn'd  ?  No. — Thou  canft  ne'er  forget 

The  cry  of  Jefus'  blood. 

SONG        XVII. 

AY,  Faith,  who  bleeds  on  yonder  tree  ? 
Know'ft  thou  that  vifage  marr'd  and  torn  ? 
My  Lord,  my  God  !  Ye  angels,  fee 

Your  dread  Creator  crown'd  with  thorn  ! 

£  Step  nearer ;  view  thefe  ghafdy  wounds  ! 

See  how  his  yearning  bowels  move  ! 
See  how  his  breaking  heart  abounds 

With  dreaming  pledges  of  his  love  ! 

3  Lord  !  what  are  we,  that  we  are  lov'd 
Till  wrath  pour  on  thee  all  its  ftorms  ? 

Thou  grafp'ft  us  faft  in  death  unmov'd ; 
Nor  hell  can  tear  us  from  thy  arms. 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  27  % 

4  Hark  !   ah  !  -that  mournful  loud  complaint  ! 
To  his  forfaking  God  he  cries  ! 

His  horrors  fhake  the  earth  !  lo  !   rent 
The  vail  !   the  fun  in  darknefs  dies. 

5  With  horror,  nature,  fee  thy  God, 
Who  bade  thee  be,  groan  and  expire  ! 

Mourn  fun;   at  his  almighty  nod 
Thy  beams  (hot  firft  refulgent  fire. 

6  Aftonifh'd  earth  with  trembling  fhook  ; 
Rocks'  dreadful  bofoms  burft  and  rend  ; 

The  holy  eleft  angels  ftoop ; 
And  all  in  filence  wait  the  end. 

7  Juftice  divine  !  for  all  we  owe, 
Tho'  fums  imrnenfe  are  multiply'd, 

A  broad  difcharge,  blood-Ieal'd,  we'll  {how : 
"  'Tis  finifh'd  !"  Jefus  faid,  and  dy'd. 

SONG        XVIII. 

THO'  loads  of  guilt  oppress  my  foul, 
And  make  me  to  complain  j 
Tho'  floods  of  forrows  on  me  roll, 
And  caufe  me  cry  for  pain  ; 

2  Tho'  wretched  and  diftrefs'd  I  am, 

All  darknefs  and  all  fear  ; 
And  tho'  I  fee  myfelf  fhut  out 
From  life,  and  hell  appear  ; 

3  One  ray  of  light,  (hot  from  the  fun 

Of  righteoufnefs,  can  warm 
My  frozen  foul,  reftore  the  day, 

And  all  my  fears  difarm.  ij 

4  'Tis.  his  to  bring  reviving  warmth, 

lere  coldnefs  fat  before, 


28  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

And  ufher  in  the  day  on  thofe 

Who  mourn'd  in  darknefs  fore, 

5  Thus  lightened,  I  lift  my  head, 

And  caft  my  eyes  around, 

With  joy  behold  the  glorious  fcenes 

Which  in  the  day  abound. 

6  I'm  pleas'd,  and  happy,  and  lay  down 

To  bafk  me  in  his  rays  ; 
And  wiih  no  intervening  cloud 
May  hide  him  from  my  eyes. 

S     O  *  N     G         XIX. 
![¥  7J-IILE  I  my  merit  all  explore, 

V  V     To  eafe  my  confcience  wounded  fore  -, 
That  fruitlefs  talk,  thou  fay'ft,  give  o'er, 
And  take  up  the  crofs,  and  follow  me. 

2,  For  Tin  place  of  finners  flood 
A  fpotlefs  facrifice  to  God, 
To  purge  their  ^confcience,  by  my  blood  ; 
Then  take  up  the  crofs,  and  follow  me, 

3  All  righteoufnefs  is  fully  wrought  ; 
The  Ranfbm's  paid,  Salvation  bought  : 
Partake  reft  to  thy  foul  for  nought, 

And  take  up  the  crofs,  and  follow  me. 

4  When  guilt,  with  agonizing  pain, 
Thy  confcience  wounds,  behold  me  flain  -9 
Lo  !  I  from  death  am  brought  again  ; 

Then  take  up  the  crofs,  and  follow  me. 

5  Fear  not,  o'er  hell  and  death  I  reign  \ 
Your  griefs  I  bear,  I  feel  your  pain  ; 
Becaufe  I  live,  your  life  obtain  ; 

Then  take  up  the  crofs,  and  follow  me. 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  29 

6  'Twas  Jefus  fpoke  ;  the  thrilling  found 
A  Dalfam  was  to  ev'ry  wound  ; 

Thy  voice  gave  life,  and  pow'r  I  found, 
To  take  up  the  crofs,  and  follow  thee. 

7  A  flood  of  joy,  till  now  unknown, 
O'erwhelm'd  my  heart,  andiilPd  my  tongue  \ 
My  foul  dwelt  on  that  melting  fong, 

I'll  take  up  the  crofs,  and  follow  thee. 

8  What  glory  faw  I  now  in  him, 
Who  fhed  his  blood  to  purge  all  tin  ; 
Salvation  fwell'd  my  foul  to  brim  ! 

I'll  take  up  the  crofs,  and  follow  thee. 

9  By  faith,  O  Jefus,  let  me  rife, 
And  feek  the  things  above  the  fkies ; 
O  let  me  ne'er  apoftatize, 

From  bearing  the  crofs,  to  follow  thee. 

10  Till  with  thy  patient  faints  I  fing, 

Grave  !  where' s  thy  viSlory  ?  death  !  thy  fling  ? 
Thou  mak'ft  all  conquerors  to  reign, 
Who  take  up  the  crofs,  and  follow  thee. 

SONG     XX.     Part  I. 

YE  nations  hear,  'tis  God  doth  call  : 
Ye  flaves,  ye  kings  of  ev'rv  tongue, 
Give  ear ;  the  theme  concerns  you  all  ; 
The  great  filiation  is  my  fong. 

2  'Tis  not  for  this,  or  that  renlm, — 

'Tis  no  fuch  mean  contracted  fche.ne,— * 

Let  ev'ry  tongue  adopt  the  Pfalm  ; 
'I  he  QQinmou  fi&ty  is  my  theme  -, 

B     2  J 


2o  CHRISTIAN'  SONG  S. 

3  That  grand  deliverance  then  difplay'd, 
By  God's  dear  Son,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

When,  rifing  from  the  grave,  he  laid 
To  his  elev'n,  with  lips  of  grace  ; 

4  All  hail !  my  brethren,  peace  to  you  : 
That  perfect  blifs  my  Father  hath, 

He  gives  to  me,  I  give  to  you  ; 
For  I  have  turn'd  away  his  wrath. 

5  Your  works  are  finifird  by  my  hand  j 
Your  debt  is  paid,  your  fin  forgiv'n  \ 

And,  lo  !  I  now  afcend  to  ftand 
Your  ever-faithful  friend  in  heav'n. 

6  Ye  fee  I  live,  who  once  was  fiain  : 
Tell  all  the  world  the  gladfome  news  ; 

That  God  is  reconcile  to  men, 

Barbarians^  Greeks^  as  well  as  Jews  : 

7  In  deferrr,  towns,  to  ev'ry  kind, 
O'er  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  plain, 

Tell,  my  (a  vation's  not  confin'd 
To  any  rank  or  fort  of  men. 

8  Speak  boldly  in  my  name  to  all  : 
My  word  with  equal  force  prevails 

On  wife,  on  fools,  on  great,  on  fmall  ; 
The  mountains  level,  raife  the  vales. 

9  Regard  not  how  the  news  may  pleafe 
The  fons  of  pride,  who  make  their  boaft 

Of  wifdom,  wealth,  and  worldly  eafe  ; 
Nor  think  your  labour  will  be  loft. 

io  Dream  not  in  all  the  apoftate  race, 

A  wcli-diipofcd  heart  to  find, 
To  welcome  or  improve  my  grace  : 

Hope  nothing  from  the  human  mind. 


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11   The  great  reward  of  all  my  pain 
Stands  not  on  fuch  precarious  ground  : 

Thus  not  one  foul  fhould  life  obtain  -, 
Thus  all  my  pangs  were  fruitlefs  found. 

Part     IL 

HE  who  furveys  the  heart  of  man, 
Who  teftifies  'tis  only  ill, 
Would  ne'er  have  form'd  his  laving  plan, 
On  ought  depending  on  man's  will. 

2  God,  in  his  mercy y  purpos'd  hath, 
(And  God's  falvation  ftandeth  lure) 

To  blefs  all  nations  ;  and  my  death 
Hath  made  their  bleffednefs  fecure. 

3  All  my  redeem'd  fare  mercies  boaft  : 
Fur  Co  his  will  who  fent  me  is, 

Of  all  I've  giv'n*  let  none  be  loft  ; 
But  raife  them  to  eternal  blifs. 

4  The  glad  report,  my  foul,  embrace ; 
The  blefs 'd  decree,  my  foul,  adore  -, 

Here  may  I  all  my  comfort  place, 

When  heart  and  flefh  can  aid  no  more,, 

5  Away  with  that  redemption  lame, 
Which  with  falvation  is  not  crown'd  ; 

I  fcorn  the  narrow-bounded  fcheme  -, 
My  foul  abhors  th'  infipid  found. 

6  How  vain  that  univerfal  grace, 
Which  doth  no  certain  blifs  bellow  5 

Which  leaves  the  univerfal  race 
Expcs'd  to  univerfal  wo  ! 

7  The  grace  of  God  in  Jefus  fhown, 
Mod  fure  falvation  brings  along  i 


32  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

Salvation  to  our  God  alone, 
Of  ev'ry  tribe  ihall  be  the  fong. 

8  Is  any  heart  fo  black,  fo  foul. 
Excluded  here  ?  'Tis  furely  mine  : 

But  who's  that  narrow-hearted  foul 
God's  common  fafety  dares  confine  ? 

9  Who  dares  confine  it  unto  them, 
Who  boaft  a  will  difpos'd  to  embrace  ? 

Who  boaft  a  mind  of  better  frame 

T'  improve  the  influence  of  his  grace  ? 

io  Who  can  by  merit  God  prevent  ? 

Let  him  ftand  forth  for  recompence  : 
But,  Lord,  for  ever,  ever  grant 

Preventing  grace  be  my  defence, 

I 1   Be  that  redemption  mine  for  aye, 

Which  from  the  dreadful  curfe  doth  free ; 

That,  with  the  whole  redeem'd  I  may, 
The  praife  of  all  afcribe  to  thee. 

SONG        XXL 

HE  who  would  enter  into  life, 
Muft  firft  himfelf  deny, 
As  loft  in  Adam,  felf-deftroy'd, 
And  juftly  doom'd  to  die. 

2  No  pray'rs  nor  tears  can  aid  us  here, 

All  human  worth  muft  fail  \ 
No  godly  thoughts,  nor  warm  defires 
Nor  feelings  ought  avail. 

3  God  fays  in  my  beloved  Son 

I  fully  am  weil  pleas'd  : 

The  (inner  hears,  and  credits  chis; 

And  fo  his  foul  is  eas'd. 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  33 

4  Then  love  to  God  in  Jefus  Chrift, 

To  all  his'faints,  and  words, 
Confirms,  and  proves  unfeigned  faith, 
And  joyful  hope  affords. 

5  Thus,  Lord,  let  us  thy  word  believe  : 

Grant  us  the  love  of  God  ; 
And  when  our  hearts  and  ftrength  do  fail, 
With  thee  be  our  abode. 

SONG    XXII.     Isaiah,  Chap.  xi.  xii. 

FROM^'s  humble  item  fhall  fhoot 
A  glorious  branch  ;   but  firft  lopt  off 
It  fhall  be  from  its  native  root, 
Then  for  an  enfign  rais'd  aloft. 

2  Upon  Mount  Zion  he  fhall  fit ; 

His  voice  fhall  reach  remotefc  lands  ; 
At  hearing,  nations  fhall  fubmit, 

And,  lift'ning,  wait  his  dear  commands, 

1  3  His  lips  drop  wifdom  ;  righteoufhefs, 

And  truth  divine,  begird  his  loins  ; 
And  wich  abundant  peace,  he'll  blefs 
The  happy  folk  o'er  whom  he  reigns. 

4  No  hurtful  beafts  fhall  then  annoy, — 
All  jarring  feuds  fhall  melt  away  > 

The  child  fhall  with  the  viper  toy  ; — 
The  lambs  with  lions  frifk  and  play. 

5  Then  fhall  he  fet  the  poor  on  high, 
And  part  the  rig' » ?ous  from  the  vile  : 

No  gloomy  ftorm  fnall  rend  the  fky, 
But  an  eternal  day  fhall  fmile. 

6  Thou  prince,  fhalt  fing  in  that  blefs'd  age, 
Jihovah,  I'll  thy  praife  make  known, 


34  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

Thy  word's  fulfill'd  -,  take  up  thy  pledge, 
And  claim  thy  being  as  thy  own  : 

7  Becaufe  thy  wrath  againft  me  burn'd, 
My  folks'  fins  fiercely  to  reprove  ; 

Becaufe  thy  wrath  away  is  turn'd, 
And  thou  haft  me  folac'd  with  love, 

8  God  my  falvation  is  ;  behold, 

And  fhare  with  me,  my  ranfom'd  throng  i 
Beyond  all  fear,   Til  now  be  bold, 
Jehovah  is  my  ftrength  and  fong. 

9  Here  let  your  feafted  eyes  remain  j 
See  !  God  is  my  falvation  ; 

Now  I'm  refrefh'd  from  all  my  pain, 
To  fee  his  glory  rais'd  thereon. 

10  His  glorious  perfections  all, 

So  wond'roufly  fumm'd  up  in  love, 
Now,  to  my  foul,  once  ferv'd  with  gall, 
An  ocean  full  of  pleafure  prove. 

11  Ye  meek  ones  from  the  fount  of  blifs, 
Which  without  meafure  in  me  dwells, 

Draw  now  falvation  to  your  wifh, 
As  from  fo  many  living  wells. 

12  And  ye  fhall  fing  in  that  glad  day, 
Praife  ye  Jehovah  ;  let  his  name, 

Who  is  the  great  I  AM,  your  flay, 
Fm!  ever  your  delightful  theme  : 

13  And  make  his  works  done  mightily, 
Among  all  people  to  be  i;nown  -, 

And  ever  keep  in  memory, 
.His  name  exalted  is  alone. 

14  Jehovah  fing,  the  man  of  war, 
Whofe  right  hand  hath  done  valiantly, 


CHRISTIAN     SUJNUS.  35 

Amazing  deeds,  excelling  far 

The  wonders  wrought  at  the  Red  fea. 

15  And  this  in  all  the  earth  is  known  : 
Rejoice  with  (houts,  O  Zion's  bride  ; 

For  great  is  Ifr'el's  Holy  One, 

Within  thy  courts  who  doth  refide. 

SONG         XXIII. 

LE  T  the  faints  all  rejoice  and  exult  in  their  king, 
To  Jefus  with  (homing  and  melody  fing  ; 
For  Tinners'  redemption  his  life's  blood  he  gave, 
And  the  faithful  true  witnefs  will  never  deceive. 

2  His  blood's  all  your  boafting,  his  blood  fried  for  you 
With  confidence  trufl  him, — his  words  are  all  true; 
For  he  feal'd  with  his  blood  ev'ry  promife  he  gave, 
And  the  faithful  true  witnefs  will  never  deceive. 

3  He  promis'd  a  crown,  when  he  left  you   the  crofs, 
And  he  with  a  kingdom  rewards  all  your  lofs  : 

To  glory  he  leads,  while  clofe  to  him  you  cleave, 
And  the  faithful  true  witnefs  will  never  deceive. 

4  How  glorious  to  follow  our  dear  fufF'ring  God  ? 
Thro'  great  tribulation,  the  path  which  he  trod  I 
His  faithful  redeem'd  in  that  path  follow'd  have, 
And  the  faithful  true  witnefs  did  never  deceive. 

$   When  he  calls  you  afflictions  and  forrows  to  bear, 
He  feeh  thefe  afflictions  ;  he  wipes  ev'ry  tear  : 
Thro'  fire  and  thro'  water  he  never  will  leave, 
For  the  faithful  true  witnefs  will  never  deceive. 

6  He  promis'd  more  grace,  that  you  fall  not  away, 
And  his  blood  is  plighted  for  your  life  for  aye  ; 
He  lives  wholly  for  you,  what  more  can  you  crave? 
And  the  faithful  true  witnefs  will  never  deceive. 

7   His  word  (lands  mod  fure,  /  ccme  quickly  again, 
He  now  waits  to  hear  you  refound  your  Amen  : 
Of  that  hope  of  glory  he'll  never  bereave, 
For  the  faithful  true  witnefs  will  never  deceive. 


36  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

8  That  he'll  change  your  vile  body  he  caus'd  you  to  hope, 
Like  his  glorious  body  he  fhall  raife  you  up. 
All  fhining  in  glory,  redeemed  from  the  grave  ; 
And  the  faithful  true  witnefs  will  never  deceive. 

SONG        XXIV. 

AWAKE,  O  Zion's  daughter  !   rife; 
Shake  off  thy  duft  ;  no  more  repine  -, 
Let  gladnefs  fparkle  in  thine  eyes, 
In  all  thy  faireft  garments  fhine. 

2  Behold  thy  King,  expefted  long, 
In  humble  pomp  at  length  appears  ; 

Amidft  yon  praifing  infant  throng, 
His  meek  majeftic  head  he  rears. 

3  No  fiery  deed  he  rides  ;  he  fways 
No  tinfel  rod  of  earthly  reign  : 

A  colt,  ne'er  us'd  'till  now,  conveys 
To  thee  thy  lowly  Prince  divine. 

4  Here's  no  vain  croud,  no  gaudy  {how  : 
Babes,  taught  of  heav'n,  refound  his  praife  ; 

His  paths  the  Galileans  ftrow 

With  branches  of  triumphing  peace. 

5  With  ardent  zeal  to  crown  the  law, 
He 'enters  grand  !  fee  there  he  is  ! 

His  prefence  ftrikes  a  gen'ral  awe  ; 
The  wonder  circles,   Who  is  this  ? 

6  He  vifits  now  his  Father's  houfe, 
And  fhews  himlelf  the  fon  and  heir; 

He  frowns  away  all  vile  abufe, 

Smiles  on  his  babes  who  praife  him  there. 

7  This  firft  day  of  the  week,  he  fhews 
A  pledge  of  joys  before  unknown, 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  37 

When  he  fhould  rife,  and  wide  diffufe 
The  oil  of  joy  among  hi3  own. 

3  The  blind  and  lame  by  him  reliev'd, 
His  faving  light  and  ftrength  proclaim  ; 

His  foes  with  fhame  and  fpite  are  griev'd, 
To  fee  his  works  and  hear  his  fame. 

9  Hofanna  !  thronging  myriads  fhout, 
Jehovah  brings  falvation  nigh  : 

Hofanna  !  ev'ry  babe  crys  out, 
Jehovah,  fend  profperity. 

10  To  him,  who,  in  Jehovah's  name, 
Draws  nigh  to  fave,  all  praife  belongs  :  * 

Peace  reigns  in  heav'n  with  ev'ry  beam 
Of  glory  in  the  Higheft  Ones. 

1 1  Salvat  on  unto  David's  fan  ; 
All  bleffing  unto  J/rel's  King: 

His  kingdorft-  bleffed  be  alone, 

And  blefs'd  the  people  of  his  reign. 

12  To  praife  thejuft  and  faving  King, 
How  blefs'd  to  be  a  little  child  ! 

When  he  in  glory  comes  to  reign, 

Then  all  his  babes  {hall  kings  be  ftil'd. 

13  In  all  the  earth  how  worthy  is, 
Jehovah,  our  dear  Lord,  thy  name  ! 

From  infant  lips  thou  perfe£t'it  praife, 
Thy  ftrength,  to  put  thy  foes  to  fhame. 

S     O     N     G         XXV. 


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And  this  great  fj.^ht  behold  : 


:S  CHRISTIAN     SONGS/ 

The  veh'ment  flames  of  wrath  divine 
On  Chrift  the  man  take  hold. 

2  This  bufh  did  burn  'midft  fierceft  flames ; 

Yet  unconfum'd  it  ftood  : 
The  man  Almighty  wrath  fuftains  ; 
Becaufe  the  man  was  God, 

3  A  while  his  body  lifelefs  lay, 

To  fhew  the  flame  was  dire  -9 
But  uncorrupted  foon  it  rofr  ; 
His  body  quench'd  the  fire. 

4  That  hour,  on  all  his  church  unite 

With  him,   the  flame  did  rufh  ; 
And  not  a  branch  nor  twig  was  burnt, 
For  God  was  in  the  bufh. 

5  Tho'  <rui!t,  in  all  your  fufFrlngs,  makes 

You  brambles  for  the  fire; 

Yet  God,  in  midft  of  you,  preferves 

From  all  that  wrath  entire. 

6  Then  follow  Chrift  'midftsfioods  and  flames ; 

With  him  go  dauntlefs  $iro' : 
Nor  floods,  nor  flames,  repeE'd  the  love 
He,  gracious,  bare  to  you. 

7  Are  ye  like  Ifr'el,  well  nigh  crufh'd 

With  burdens,  fins,  and  foes  ? 
To  £lear  your  path,  he'll  part  the  deeps, 

And  on  your  en'mies  clofe. 

• 

8  Shrink  not  altho'  the  furnace  burn 

With  feven  time<>  heated  flame ; 
The  Son  of  God  will  tend  you  there* 
Who  fuff'ring  overcame. 

9  He  quickly  comes,  from  all  your  pains 

To  give  you  blefs'd  repofe  : 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  $9 

And  then,  with  pow'rful  hand  he'll  turn 
The  flame  upon  your  foes. 

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SONG         XXVI. 

WHEN  to  my  fight,  thou  GOD,  appears, 
I'm  fiird  with  Hidden  fear  : 
Thy  juftice,  with  uplifted  arm, 
O'erwhelms  me  with  defpair. 

2  The  former  figns  of  grace  no  more 

Relieve  my  troubled  heart ; 
And  paft  experiences  of  love 
Add  torture  to  my  fmart. 

3  What  (hall  I  do  ?  my  pray'rs  and  tears 

Are  impious  in  thy  fight  : 
I  am  remov'd  from  thee  as  far 
As  d-rknefs  from  the  fight. 

4  Is  there  no  room  for  mercy  left  ? 

Is  grace  for  ever  gone  ? 
I'll  mind  the  years  of  thy  right  hand, 
And  wonders  thou  haft  done  : 

5  How  to  be  one  with  fons  of  men, 

Immayiuel  did  not  fcorn  ; 
And  how  from  Mary's  virgin  womb 
The  holy  child  was  born  : 

6  I'll  mind  the  greatnefs  of  that  love 

Which  in  his  bread  did  burn, 
When  all  the  wrath  of  God  for  fin 
Upon  his  foul  did  turn. 

%7  When  God's  own  well-beloved  Son 

? Went  mourning  to  the  grave, 
dy'd  accurs'd  for  fin,  that  grace 
Might  dying  Jinners  fave. 


4o  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

8  See  from  the  dead  the  Prince  of  life 

In  glory  bright  appears  ! 

No  further  proof  of  love  I'll  feek  j 

This  quiets  all  my  fears. 

9  This  ftream  of  light  within  the  cloud 

Sure  token  is  of  grace  : 
Where  wrath  did  frown,  fee  mercy  fmiles 
From  Jovely  Jefus'  face. 

10  This  fign  of  love  my  foul  relieves  -, 

'Tis  eafe  from  all  my  pain  : 
I  will  not  blu Hi  to  fee  thee,  God, 
Becaufe  the  Lamb  was  flain. 

S     ON     G         XXVII. 

O  W  fweet's  the  grace  that  doth  appear, 


In  healing  finners  (tr.ay'd  from  God  ! 
How  oft  that  fight  may  we  behold, 

Where  Jah  himfelf  makes  his  abode  ! 
His  tender  mercies,  like  himfeif 

Our  utrnofl  flretch  of  thought  furpafs  ;   * 
Where  we  expedled  wrath  and  frowns, 

There  he  difcov'reth  love  and  grace, 

Which  fhines  to  us  in  Jelus'  face.  . 

■2  Thus,  when  the  youngeft  fon  with  fhame 

Seeks  ways  to  plead  his  father's  grace  ; 
His  father  eyes  him  yet  afar, 

And  meets  him  with  a  fond  embrace  ; 
His  mouth  he  flops  with  kindeft  kifs, 

With  fineft  robe  doth  him  invert, 
His  hunger  by  rich  food  allays,  - 

And  mirth  fucceeds,  to  glad  the  feaft. 

Thus  grace  to.rebels  is  expreft. 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  41 

SONG         XXVIII. 

TH  E  death  of  God,  who  death  o'ercame, 
Doth  fire  our  love,  our  lufts  deftroy  -, 
The  praifes  of  the  worthy  Lamb 

Our  tongues  fhall  ever  fpeak  with  joy  ; 
His  blefled  merit  now  doth  fhine  ! 
And  we're  poflefs'd  of  worth  divine. 

1  Tho'  floods  of  guilt  our  fouls  invade, 
A  wounded  conscience  pain  us  fore, 

We'll  fay  the  ranfom's  fully  paid, 
And  juflice  can  demandaio  more  : 

Juftice  and  mercy  now  do  meet, 

And  our  falvation  is  compleat. 

3  In  midft  of  deepeft  grief  we'll  fmg  : 
For  boundlefs  mercy  fvvells  the  fong ; 

We'll  foar  aloft  on  fwifteft  wiirg, 
And  join  the  heav'nly  choir  among  : 

This  blefled  harmony  alone 

Holds  heav'n  and  earth  in  union. 

S     O     N     G.        XXIX. 

WHEN  Jefus  fhall  a  fecond  time 
Appear,  to  judge  the  man  of  fin, 
And  to  reward  his  faithful  faints, 

Whofe  joyful  reign  fhall  then  begin  -, 

The  feparation  of  the  feeds 
Shall  then  moflv  evident  appear; 
No  hypocrite  fhall  then  lie  hid  : 
Take  heed,  for  now  the  time  draws  near> 

3  As^-om  a  rock's  flupendous  height. 
The  eagle  doth  defcry  her  prey  ; 
D     2 


42  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

She  with  her  young  fucks  up  the  blood 
And  where  the  ilain  is,  there  are  they  : 

4  So  when  the  Lamb  who  once  was  (lain, 
And  by  his  blood  bought  us  to  God, 

Shall  in  his  glory  come  again  : 
The  faints  fliall  flock  to  his  abode. 

5  Then  they  who  feafted  here  below, 
By  Faith  upon  his  flefh  and  blood, 

Shall  ever  fill'd  be  with  his  love, 
And  fully y?*  that  God  is  good. 

6  Then  let  us,  patient,  wait  for  him, 

Say  with  the  church,  Come  quickly  ,  Lord ; 
To  fuch  the  righteous  crown  he'll  give, 
As  promis'd  in  his  faithful  word. 

SON     G         XXX. 

LE  T  Poets  fing  of  bafe  amours, 
And  all  their  airy  fables  tell, 
Adorning  fhame  with  gaudy  flow'rs, 
And  ferving  the  defigns  of  hell. 

a  A  nobler  theme  becomes  the  men 
Who  know  the  charms  of  divine  love  ; 

A  graver  ftile  beft  fuits  their  pen 
Who  have  a  tafte  for  joys  above. 

3  The  divine  lover,  and  his  fpoufe, 
Their  marriage  is  a  lofty  theme, 

Meet  only  for  the  heav'nly  mufe, 

And  thofe  fir'd  with  the  facred  flame  : 

4  They  only  can  the  beauties  fee 

Which  are  difplay'd  in  him  who  chofe, .    0 
Tho'  he  was  God,  a  man  to  be, 

That  he  might  feck  and  find  his  fpoufe. 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  43 

5  For  him,  who,  in  the  form  of  God, 
Had  been  before  the  world  began, 

And  then  in  flefh  made  his  abode, 
And  fhew'd  himfelf  in  form  of  man, 

6  No  match  was  found.     But  he  to  have, 
By  purchafe  dear  his  wifh'd-for  bride, 

His  life  for  her  mod  freely  gave  ; 
And  fhe  came  of  his  pierced  fide. 

7  Thus  Eve  from  fleeping  Adams  fide, 
A  comely  form  was  brought  to  him  : 

He  waking,  his  own  likenefs  fpy'd  ; 

And  knowing  well  from  whence  fhe  came, 

8  Bone  of  my  bone,  flefh  of  my  flefh, 
This  is,  faid  he,  and  let  her  name, 

Deriv'd  from  mine,  ferve  to  exprefs 
Her  rife  from  me,  another  fame. 

9  For  this,  a  man  his  parents  dear 
Shall  leave,  and  unto  one  remain, 

Join'd  as  his  wife,  in  bond  mod  near  ; 
One  flefh  they  are,  and  no  more  twain. 

io  A  better  fource,  Chrift  in  his  death 
Of  being,  to  his  mate  doth  prove  : 

And  rifing  from  the  dead,  he  hath 
Found  the  fair  objeft  of  his  love  : 

1 1   Where  fin  and  death's  deformity 
Had  been,   behold  !   a  living  form, 

His  image  fhevvs  in  purity, 

And  beauty  fuch  as  doth  him  charm. 

i~  From  his  great  Father  he  came  forthA 
And  left  his  mother-church  of  Jews, 

To  join  the  church  which  hath  her  worth 
From  hun,  and  cleave  to  her  his  lpoufe. 


44  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

13  The  name  he  gave  her;  doth  declare 
That  fhe's  of  him,  and  with  him  one 

In  divine  fpirit,  as  they  fhare 

In  flelh  and  blood  ;  fuch  nearnefs  none. 

14  A  firmer  band  than  mingled  clay;; 
A  tie  divine  knits  the  blefs'd  pair, 

In  union  which  fhall  laft  for  aye  : 
My  foul,  in  this  have  thou  thy  fliare. 

SONG        XXXL 

O  JESUS!  the  glory,  the  wonder,  and  love, 
Of  angels  and.  glorify'd  ipirits  above, 
And  faints,  who  behold  thee  not,  yet  dea:Iy  love, 

Rejoicing  in  hope  of  thy  glory  : 
Thou  only,  and  wholly,  art  lovely  and  fair, 
Who  robb'ft  not  JEHOVAH',  with  him  to  compare, 
JEHOVAH's  own  image  glows  in  thee  ;  fhines  there 
In  vifible  bodily  glory. 

Worth  divine  dwells  in  thee  $ 
Excellent  dignity, 
Beauty  and  majefly, 
Glory  environs  thee  ; 
Pow'r,  honour,  dominion,  and  life,  reft  on  thee, 
O  thou  chiefeit  among  the  ten  thoufands  ! 

2  Where  ever  we  view  thee,  new  glo-ies  arife  ; 

The  man  who's  God's  fellow,  who  rides  on  the  fei^s, 
>lade  flefh,  dwelt  among  us  :   brought  God  near  our  eyes-i. 

And  in  grace  and  truth  fhew'd  all  his  glory. 
Thou  fpak'ft  to  existence  the  heav'ns  anj  th  :ir  hofts, 
The  earth  and  its  fulinefs,   the  feas  and  their  coaiU  ; 
Time  hangs  on  thy  word,  and  eternity  bo^iis 

To  crown  and  adorn  thee  with  glory. 
Worth,  &c. 

3  But  how  lovely  doft  thou  appear  in  our  eyp$, 
when  in  childhood,   thou  nieci.it.  us  in   that  ^^r  difguffe  t 
1  hy  loves,   paft  all  knowledge,   with  raptttWW  lu.pn/e, 

/ind  ravilh  our  hearts  wiiii  thy  gloiy. 
In  thy  blefleJ  body  on  the  our  led  ties, 
Thou  barM  all  our  tins,  wuile  tny  vjjj  frownM  on  thee., 


CHRISTIAN    SONGS.  45 

Expiring  in  blood  in  our  ftead  ;  and  lo,  we 
Exult  in  thy  merit  and  glorv. 
Worth,  &e. 

4  Thy  blood  all  divine  from  the  grave  back  again, 
Brought  thee,  King  of  glory  ;   thou  Lamb  who  was  flain  ! 
Firil-born  of  the  dead,  crown'd  with  honour  fupreme, 

Thy  throne  is  eftablifhed  in  glory. 
There  reign  in  thy  glory,   O  thou  great  ador'd  ! 
Till  thy  foes,  crufh'd  under  thy  feet,   be  no  more; 
Thy  throne  fhall  triumph  over  all  things  reltor'd, 

And  eternity  blaze  with  thy  glory. 
Worth,   *Sc 

SONG        XXXIL 

SA  Y,  word  of  truth,  why  fin  and  death 
Among  God's  works  were  found  ? 
Why,  by  a  law  to  finners  giv'n. 
Was  fin  made  to  abound  ? 

2  Why  were  the  highly  favoured  Jews 

Abandoned  to  fulfil 
The  things  foretold  of  Chrift^  and  fo 
The  prince  or  life  to  kill ?— 

3  It  was  that  mercy  might  triumph, 

Where  fin  before  did  reign ; 
That,  in  the  darkeft  wickednefs, 

The  ftrength  of  grace  might  fhine. 

4  Why  was  that  nation  broken  off? 

The  Gentiles  grafted  in  ? 
And  thefe  again,  like  Jews,  call  off 
By  following  their  fin  ? — 

5  It  was  to  ftain  the  pride  of  all ; 

Pour  fhame  on  ev'ry  face  ; 
That  all  th'  eiefted  remnant  might 
Indebted  ftai)d  to  grate* 


46  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

6  And  that  they  all  might  be  built  up, 

Thro'  faith,  an  houfe  for  God, 
And  grace  might  fnine  more  bright  to  them,. 
When  wrath  purfues  the  proud. 

7  O  great  the  depth  !  O  rich  the  ftore 

Of  knowledge  all  divine  ! 
Moil  perfeft  wifdom,  thro'  the  whole, 
Surprifingly  doth  ihine  ! 

8  Who  can  his  judgments  deep  fearch  out  ? 

His  awful  fteps  purfue  ? 
Who  was  to  pry  into  his  thoughts, 
When  firft  his  plan  he  drew  ? 

9  Who  was  upon  his  counfels,  when 

His  great  defigns  were  laid  ? 
Who  hath  firft  giv'n  to  him  ? — it  fhall 
Mod  furely  be  repaid. 

io  For  of  him,  thro'  him,  all  things  are. 

And  unto  him  again  ; 
To  him  all  glory  be  afcrib'd, 

For  evermore.     Amen. 

%     S     O     N     G        XXXIII. 

SEE  Mercy,  Mercy,  from  on  high, 
Defcends  to  rebels  doom'd  to  die  ! 
'Tis  mercy  free  which  knows  no  bound  : 
How  grand,  who  gladfome  is  the  found  ! 

2  'Tis  grace  by  righteoufnefs  that  reigns, 
Where  every  God-like  beauty  fhines  : 
So  leaves  no  doubt  from  whence  it  came  \ 
Then  grace  divine  we  dare  it  name. 

3  Firft  rnercy  favour'd  mortal  view, 
\Vhen  God's  own  Son  an  infant  grew  ; 


CHRISTIAN    SONGS.  47 

And  in  its  full  perfedtion  fhone, 
When  dying  Jefus  cry'd,   'Tis  done  ! 

4  It  triumph'd  when  from  death  he  rofe, 
And  broke  the  pow'r  of  all  our  foes  ; 
And  fince  he  took  his  'eat  on  hi^h, 
Now  mercy  reigns  eternally. 

5  Grace  down  in  fhow'rs  of  mercy  fell, 
plefrefhing  thoufands  ripe  for  hell  ; 
Who  lately  fiil'd  with  dev  hfh  wrath, 
Had  doonV-d  the  Lord  of  beav'n  to  death. 

6  Ir  courts  not  men  of  mighty  name, 
But  vifits  thofe  o'erwheim'd  with  blame  j 
It  ma^es  the  poorefe  wretch  look  gay, 
And  empty  fends  tne  rich  away  ! 

7  Let  haughty  mortals  frown  and  fret, 
Who  fov' reign  bouhdleft  mercy  hate  ; 
1  hro'  ail  the  manfions  of  the  Weft, 
That  mercy  only  is  confett. 

8  Until  we  join  the  happy  throng, 
Let  boundlefs  mercy  be  our  fohg  ; 
And  may  the  mighty  God  confound 
^•^all  thofe  who  dare  its  courfe  to  bound. 

9  Ametiy  the  holy  prophets  cry  ; 
Amen,  th'  apoftles  loud  reply  ; 

Amen,  thro'  all  the  heav'os  goes  round  ; 
Amen,  let  ;us  on  earth  refound. 

>0<0<>0<^<k3<0<><3<K3<>0<><^>^^ 

SONG    XXXIV.     Isaiah  Chap.  xlii.  i_4. 

I*  EH  OLD,  my  Servant,  whom  I  fend 
)  Down  from  the  pure  realms  of  light ; 
My  chofen  One,  my  darling  Son, 
In  whom  is  fix'd  my  foul's  delight. 


4#  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

2,  My  Spirit's  fulnefs  ever  dwells 

On  head  of  this  anointed  One  ; 
By  him  my  judgment,  and  my  truth, 

To  lands  remote  fnall  be  made  known. 

3  He  fhall  not  cry,  nor  lift  his  voice, 
'Mong  crowds  to  raife  the  loud  alarm  ; 

He'll  fhun  all  ftrife  for  kingly  pow'r ; 
No  earthly  grandeur  fhall  him  charm. 

4  The  bruifed  reed  he  fhall  not  break, 
His  ftrength  in  weaknefs  to  difplay  : 

His  lovely  folk  fliall  wear  his  yoke  -, 
His  gentle  rod  they  will  obey. 

5  The  fmoking  flax  can  ne'er  expire, 
For  he  fuftains  the  hidden  flame  -, 

The  finking  (inner  he  relieves, 

Who  trufts  for  life  his  precious  Name^ 

6  Yea,  many  waters  cannot  quench 
That  fire  which  burps  with  feeble  ray  : 

His  kingdom's  light  which  dimly  (hines^ 
Shall  blaze  like  noon-tide  of  the  day. 

7  He  judgment  unto  viftory 
Shall  bring,  to  put  his  foes  to  fhame  : 

His  brethren  then  triumphantly 
Shall  fing  the  glories  of  his  name. 

8  Arife,  O  Lord,  victorious  come, 
In  all  thy  Father's  brightness  fhine  ; 

O  come  to  fave  thy  faints  !  and,  Lord, 
Begin  thine  everlafling  reign. 

SONG         XXXV. 

THE  Love  which  thought  on  helplefs  man. 
Doth  angels  tongues  employ  ; 


CHR  1ST  I  AN     SONGS. 

The  grace  which  floop'd  to  Adam's  race, 
The  heav'ns  doth  fill  with  joy. 

2  This,  from  eternity,  was  hid 

In  divine  Wifdom's  bread; 
The  grand  defign  of  mighty  Love 
The  church  doth  manifeft. 

3  When  wTe  furvey  that  (lately  dome, 

Where  heav'nly  beauties  fhine ; 
In  wonder  loft,  we  mud  proclaim 
The  Architedl  divine, 

4  The  depth's  as  low  as  Jesus  lay, 

When  humbled  to  the  death  ; 
The  height's  above  all  heav'ns  with  him  j 
All  things  are  far  beneath. 

£  All  in  the  heav'ns,   and  on  the  earth, 
The  breadth  well  comprehends  ■; 

To  ev'ry  nation,  tribe,   and  tongue, 
With  freedom  it  extends. 

6  The  length  from  Adam  to  time's  end, 

Thro'  ev'ry  age  doth  reach  ; 
The  building  fhews  the  love  of  Christ, 
Which  doth  our  ken  ontfcretch. 

7  Th'  angelic  throng  with  raptures  view 

Salvation's  flrudture  rife  j 
By  it  God's  wifdom  manifold 
With  wonder  ftrikes  their  e 

6  From  ev'ry  tribe  and  ton 

Materials  for  the  frame  ; 
1  Icre  ev'ry  kind  of  finners  join  ; 
In  Christ  they  arc  the  fame. 


5  When  the  head-done  fhall  be  brought  forth 

Redemption-work  to  crown  ; 
The  faints  and  angels  then  fhall  fhout, 

Grace!  Grace!  in  high  renown. 

SONG        XXXVI, 

TE  H  O  V  A  H  the  name  is  of  our  God  alone  ; 
Who  was,  is.,  and-  fhall  be,  and  change  knoweth  none  ; 
Jn  purpofe,   and  promife,  and  deed,  he's  the  fame  ; 
And  where  he's  performing  his  word,  there's  his  name. 

2  He  was  Independent  in  purpofe  of  grace, 
Before  any  being  befides  him  had  place  ; 
The  fource  of  all  beings,  depending  on  none  ; 

I  AM,  THAT  I  AM,  then  he  dares  fay  alone, 

3  He  is  Independent  in  that  word  of  grace, 
Which  makes  a  diftinction  among  Adam's  race  ; 
He  will  be  for  ever  performing  his  word, 

And  fo  fnall  his  name  be  for  ever  ador'd. 

4  In   JESUS   the  purpofe  of  grace  was  fure  laid  ; . 
In  jefus  that  purpofe  is  manifel!  made  ; 

In  Jefus  the  promife  (hall  furely  be  done  ; 

God's  name's  in  the  flam  Lamb,  in  rnidft  of  the  throne. 

x   He's  Alpha,   Omega,  the  firft  and  the  la  ft  ; 
Divine  grace,   and  truth  all  in  Jefus  (land  faft ; 
The  v/orks  of  creation  all  on  him  depe-nd  ; 
Jn  him  their  beginning  they  have,  and  their  end. 

6   And  that  new. creation  the  church,  that's  the  crown 
-Of  all  the  divine  works,  him  ever  will  own  ; 
Jts  beginning,  and  ending  ;   in  him  it  frauds  fure, 
And  leaning  all  on  him,  fnall  ever  endure. 

50  NG  XXXVII.  Psalm  cxxxvii.paraphrafed, 

Y  dreams  of  rivers,  broad  and  ftrong, 
Which  (trength  and  pleafure  do  afford 
^  o  Babel,  there  we  fat  among 

eproudeft  cn'mies  of  our  Lord* 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  51 

1  But  when  we  Zion  call'd  to  mind, 
With  Shiloh's  dreams  which  foftly  go, 

No  eafe  in  Babel  we  could  find. 

And  from  our  eyes  fad  tears  did  flow. 

3  Our  pleafant  harps,  in  grief  of  mind, 
We  hung  upon  the  willows  there  : 

Thefe  inftruments  were  ne'er  defign'd 
In  Babel's  concert  to  have  (hare. 

4  Our  captive-leaders,  when  they  law, 
Said,  why  may  ye  not  here  take  heart  ? 

And  fing  to  us  beneath  our  law  ? 
So  in  our  mirth  come  take  a  part. 

5  They  made  us  howl,  and  yet  forbade 
Our  groans,  and  mirth  required  thus  j 

Bring  of  the  mufic  Zion  had, 

Such  part  as  may  beft  take  with  us. 

6  In  decent  uniformity 

With  ours,  and  no  more  from  your  mouth, 
Complaints  of  fad  calamity, 

Nor  antique  fongs  to  us  uncouth. 

7  How  fhall  Jehovah's  holy  fong 
Sound  from  our  lips  in  th'  aliens'  land  ? 

And  fongs  to  Zion  which  belong 
In  Babel's  concert  be  prophan'd  ? 

8  Shall  this  fill  Zion's  place?  fhall  we 
Take  pleafure  here,  and  quite  forget 

Our  native  land,  and  thoughtlefs  be 
Of  Zion's  former  comely  ftate  ? 

y  Or  fhall  we  never  drop  a  tear 
Upon  her  rubbifh  and  her  dull  ? 
dl  we  for  Babel's  hope  or  fear 
iit  our  regard  to  her  mod  juft  ? 


a-  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

10  jerufalem  !   if  in  this  land, 

I  lofe  of  thee  the  memory  -, 
Then,  for  thy  fake,  let  my  right  hand 

In  play  lofe  all  dexterity  ! 

ii  Yea,  unto  my  mouth's  roof  let  cleave 
My  tongue,  no  more  to  move  in  fong  ? 

When,  on  my  heart,  I  no  more  have 
The  rights  which  unto  thee  belong  I 

12  And  if  I  do  not  Rill  take  care 

To  let  Jerufalem  above 
The  head  of  all  my  joy,  that  there 

Its  joy  and  crown  fhe  ftill  may  prove  \ 

*3  As  Zion  rifes,-  fo  high  fiow 

My  joy,  but  flill  beneath  that  crown  > 

And  as  fhe  is  cleprefs'd,  fall  low, 

Arid  underneath  be  thou  preft  down. 

i  i  Remember,  in  Jerusalem's  day, 
His  children,  Lord,  who  did  defpife 

Tfie  birth-right^   and  gave  it  away 
For  one  poor  rnorfel,  to  fuffice. 

i  s  Thefe  never  could  Objection  bear 
To  Zion's  laws  and  yoke  moil  jiitf » 

Tfi&t  carnal  race,  void  of  God's  fear, 
Said,  raze  it,  raze  it,  to  thetkift. 

.  j 6   Ah  !  Babel's  daughter,  painted  whore, 
On  many  waters  let  in  Hate  ; 

ti  not  (for  thou  art  fecure) 
Of  .him  who  brings  thy  dreadful  fate, 

r;  All  blefliags  on  that  righteous  One  ! 

The  Lord's  anointed  Cyrus  true  ; 
Who,  as  thou  unto  us  hath  done; 

Comes  to  reward  thee  quickly  now, 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  5^ 

18  Yea,  blcflings  on  him  ;  for  he'll  take 

The  younger  harlots  by  thy  fide, 
And  them  in  pieces,  for  our  fake, 

Dafh  fhall  the  rock  whom  we  confide. 

SONG        XXXVIII. 

THERE'S  no  name  among  men,  nor  angels,  fo  bright 
As  the  name  of  Jcfus,   tne  Father's  delight  ; 
Tne  joy  of  his  children,  who  lifp  out  this  name, 
And  fweeily  its  praifes  foon  learn  to  proclaim*. 

2  The  wonder  of  angels,  whofe  choir  found  it  high  ; 
The  terror  of  devils,   who  far  from  it  fly. 

''Tis  great  thro'  the  whole  earth,  and  highly  efteera'd  ; 
As  ointment  forth  poured  among  the  redeem 'd* 

3  The  ferpent's  feed  hate  it,  while  yet  'tis  their  fear  ; 
By  their  fpite  againft  it,,  it  fhincs  the  more  clear. 

In  all  gofpel  churches  this  name  is  ador'd, 

As  their  fhield  and  glory,  with  chearful  accord  ; 

4  And  there  'tisdeclared,   the  help  of  dif:refs'd> 
The  hope  of  the  hopelefs,  and  eafe  of  opprefs'd. 
The  church  of  the  firft-born,  with  angels  of  iighr, 
Shall  found  forth  its  praifes  in  endlefs  delight  ; 
But  fully  unfolded  it  can  be  by  none 

But  j'efus  among  them,  who  knows  it  alone. 

SONG         XXXIX. 

BLEST  he  !  who  chaft'ned,  and  well  taught  of  God, 
To  lead' and  love  the  heav'n-direfted  road  : 
Whofe  breaft  receives,  by  heav'n's  all-gracious  plan, 
A  fober  mind,   Gad's  greateft  gift  to  man. 
Like  him  who  tho'  the  fov'reign  Lord  of  all, 
Yet  thus  allur'd  mankind  to  hear  his  call  ; 

2   All  ye  who  groan,  with  fruitlefs  labour  prelt, 
Come  fee  my  labour,   1  will  give  you  re  It  : 

Take  up  my  yoke,   and  learn  the  lowly  part 
From  me,  for  me:k  and  lowly  is  my  heart. 
E-     2 


54  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

Thus,  only  thus,  your  fouls  true  reft  fhall  find  ; 
And  know  my  yoke  is  light,  my  burden's  kind. 

SONG         XL. 

SINNERS,  running  from  the  truth, 
May  divert  their  fears  a  while  -, 
And  in  crooked  paths  of  youth, 
Coming  forrovv  may  beguile  : 
But,  in  icarch  of  future  hope, 

They  muft  wander,  and  repine  ; 
In  thick  darkneis  they  muft  grope, 
Till  preventing  mercy  fhine, 

2  So,  backfliding  finners,  when 

They  from  faith  apoftatize, 
And  to  love  grow  cold  again ; 

Awful  darknefs  blinds  their  eyes. 
Then,  in  fearch  of  vanifh'd  joy, 

They  may  toil,  and  (till  complain ; 
Fruitlefs  labours  them  employ, 

Till  that  mercy  fhines  again, 

SONG        XLI. 

HEN  Ifr'el  marched  thro'  the  fea; 
Their  way  by  heav'n  prepar'd  ; 
Between  them,  and  their  foes,  they  had 
JEHOVAH  their  rear-guard. 

2  The  cloud  of  glory  mov'd  behind, 

And  by  its  fplendor  bright, 
Spread  light,  and  joy,  o'er  all  the  hofl ; 
Difpelling  far  the  night. 

3  Yet  that  fame  cloud  a  gloomy  fide 

Prefented  to  their  foes ; 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  $S 

Heightening  the  horrors  of  the  night ; 
Prefaging  deeper  woes. 

4  So,  that  fame  glorious  word  of  grace, 

By  which  the  Lord  leads  forth 
From  Babel's  bondage,  his  redeem'd, 
To  glory  in  his  worth, 

5  Spreads  light  before,  and  guards  behind  ± 

At  once,  a  wall  of  fire 
To  fhield  them  round,  and  in  the  midft 
Their  glory  and  defire  ; 

6  Ev'n  thst  fame  word,  fpreads  darknefs  wide 

O'er  Antichrift's  domain  ; 
And,  blafting  all  their  glory,  makes 
Them  gnaw  their  tongues  for  pain. 

7  Then,  fear  them  not,  but  follow  on 

Where  that  wTord  points  the  way  : 
Soon  comes  the  Lord  to  crufh  his  foes  j 
And  give  his  friends  the  fway. 

SONG         XLII. 

NOW,  thron'd  on  high,  the  humbled  man 
O'er  wide  creation  reigns  : 
That  face,  once  dark  with  grief,  now  bright 
With  heav'nly  glory  fhines, 

i  He's  now  moft  bled  at  God's  right  hand, 
And  crown'd  as  God's  own  Son  ; 

Determin'd  King  by  God's  fure  oath  -9 
Sure  pledge  his  work  is  done. 

3  Sent,  by  thy  high  command,  he  came, 

And  in  the  guilty's  place, 
FulfiU'd  thy  law,  and  bore  thy  wrath  : 

O  God  !  how  rich  thy  grace  ! 


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4  Flow  far  above  the  ways  of  man, 

O  Lord,  thy  grand  defign  I 
To  clothe  the  guilty  fons  of  men, 
With  righteoufnefs  divine  ! 

5  O  !  what  but  endlefs  life  and  joy 

Such  worth  was  meet  to  crown : — 
Away  with  ev'ry  idol  falfe  ; 

This  fcreens  us  from  thy  frown. 

6  This  ample  lhade  can  hide  us  from 

The  fury  of  thine  ire  ; 
When  all  the  foes  to  this  lhall  be 
Confum'd  with  flaming  fire. 

7  No  more  let  want  of  righteoufnefs 

Our  guilty,  foul  opprefs  : 
The  righteous  work  of  Chrift's  enough 
To  banifh  our  diftrefs. 

8  O  never  let  us  grudge  to  ftand 

Indebted  to  this  grace, 
Which  can  direft  our  wand'ring  fleps 
Into  thy  holy  place. 

SONG      i  XLIII.' 

EH  OLD  the  Traitor  is  gone  forth 
To  work  his  dark  defigns  ; 
The  Son  of  man's  now  glorify'd ; 
God's  glory  in  him  fhines  !    . 

i  If  God  be  glorify'd  in  him,  ( 

The  fure  effeft  lhall  ber 
Him  in  himfclf  he'll  glorify  ; 

And  this  ye  foon  fhall  fee. 

3  Thus  fpake  the  Lord,  before  his  death, 
To  caufe  his  friends  attend 


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To  that  event,  at  which  all  heav'n 
Doth  wonder  without  end. 

4  Thus  faid  ; — his  virtue  flood  the  fhock 

Of  darkneTs'  pow'rs  combin'd  -, 
Virtue  was  ne'er  io-  try'd  before,. 
Nor  fo  triumphant  fhin'd. 

5  Not  heav'n  and  earth,  when  all  their  hod 

Firft  into  order  rofe, 
Obedient  as  commanded,  could 
So  much  of  God  difcJofe. 

6  Their  fteady  courie  while  they  maintained,. 

Or  changed  at  his  word, 
Such  glorious  honour  to  his  will 
Ne'er  did,  nor  could  afford. 

7  Here,  all  the  glories  of  that  love, 

Which  all  perfection  claims, 
He  brought  to  view,  here  in  its  ftrength 
Each  Godlike  beauty  beams. 

8  Sure,  as  foretold,  th!  effeft  appear'd  j 

Earth  quak'dj  he  from  the  dead 
Was  by  the  father's  glory  rais'd, 
O'er  all  things  to  be  head. 

9  His  friends  beheld  him  mount  to  heav'n. 

And  as  he  piere'd  the  fky, 
The  glory  met  him  to  conduct 
Him  to  his  throne  on  high; 

10  He  thence  to  them  the  Spirit  fent 

Hin  ho  glorify 'd, 

That  of  his  glory  they  might  be 
By  fearing  certify 'd  -, 

1 1  to  declare 
God  did  prize 


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That  lovely  lowly  charafter 

Which  mortals  did  defpife  : 

12  That  all  his  chofen  finding  joy 
Where  God's  good  pleafure  lyes, 

Wean'd  from  the  earth,  might  place  their  hope 
With  him  above  the  fkies. 

SONG         XLIV. 

WHEN  I  my  wicked  heart  furvey, 
And  courfe  of  life  from  day  to  day  $ 
There's  nought  to  meet  my  wretched  view, 
But  fin,  and  death,  its  proper  due. 

2  My  heart's  a  fource  of  ev'ry  ill, 
Averfe  to  all  that's  good  my  will  ; 
And  pride,  by  which  the  angels  fell, 
Proclaims  aloud,  I'm  ripe  for  hell. 

3  Oh  !  can  a  wretch,  fo  vile,  fo  blind, 
So  ripe  for  hell,  forgivenefs  find  ? 
There's  not  a  wretch  who  breaths  the  air, 
Has  ftronger  reafons  to  defpair. 

4  But  honour,  praife,  and  glory,  rife 
To  him  who  reigns  abbve  the  fkies  ! 
To  pardon  guilt  of  deepeft  ftains, 
Unbounded  mercy  ever  reigns  ! 

5  The  mighty  God,  Immanuel, 
Deign'd  on  this  earth  with  men  to  dwell  y 
That  finners  might  be  freed  from  guilt, 
The  blood  of  God's  own  Son  was  fpilt* 

6  His  chofen  he  redeem'd  from  death, 
When  he  for  them  refign'd  his  breath  : 
Bearing  the  curfe,  the  wrath  divine, 
That  merry  might  for  ever  fhinr. 


7  See  from  the  dead  the  firft-born  come  ! 
The  Lord  of  life  has  burft  the  tomb  ! 
To  all  the  world,  from  this  bleft  hour, 
Declar'd  the  Son  of  God  with  pow'r. 

8  When  he  had  his  difciples  bleft, 
Who  wurfhip'd  him,  their  God  confeft, 
To  his  reward  in  heav'n  he  rofe^ 

In  name  and  ftead  of  all  he  chofe. 

9  At  God's  right  hand  moft  blefied  made, 
The  man  of  forrows  now  made  glad, 

His  kingdom  ftands  ;  his  reign  is  fure  ; 
His  worth  for  ever  doth  endure. 

io  This  is  enough  ; — 'tis  all  we  need  §  ? 
The  Lord  of  life  is  ris'n  indeed  : 
The  vikft  wretch  who  breathes  the  air, 
Has  now  no  r^afon  to  defpair  ! 

it   O  may  our  joy  and  boafting  be 
In  him,  who  dy'd  upon  the  tree  : 
May  the  redemption  fhi.ning  there,    '• 
For  ever  fhield  us  from  defpair. 

SONG    XLV.     Acts  Chap.  i.  ver.  9,  10,  1 1, 

WH  Y  Galileans  -ftand  ye  now 
Up  gazing  to  the  fky  ? 
The  Saviour's  gone  from  mortal  view, 

To  Zion  mount  on  high  ! 
You  faw  him  (lain  a  facrifice  : 

He  now  High  Pried  is  known 
'n,  to  appear  for  you  ; 
nd  fend  the  blefling  down. 

ber  well  his  laft  adieu  ; 
I  oft  his 'frier  lind 


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How  you  with  lifted  hands  he  blefs'd, 
And  fhew'd  his  heart  fo  kind. 

How,  as  he  blefs'd,  he  mounted  up, 
And  met  the  cloud  of  light  \ 

So  be  aflur'd  he'll  come  again 
In  heav'nly  glory  bright  ! 

3  Then  gaze  not  here,  nor  think  till  then 

Your  eyes  can  fee  his  face  : 
Xeep  his  commands ;  go  tarry  where 

Himfelf  aflign'd  the  place.. 
They  went ; — the  promis'd  Spirit  came  \ 

Their  friends  were  multiply'd  : 
3Midft  all  their  fufFrings  gladnefs  reign'd  j 

And  God  they  glorify'd. 

SONG         XLVI. 

HILE  others  glory  in  their  wealth, 
Their  wifdom  and  their  might : 
Of  let  the  crofs  of  Chrift  be  ftijl 
Our  glory  and  delight. 

2  The  wifdom,  wealth,  and  might  of  man, 

All  perifh  like  to  drofs  ; 
But  everlaftjng  fulnefs  flows 
To  finncrs  from  the  crofs. 

3  The  wifilom,  and  the  power  of  God 

Tq  five,   doth  fhine  therein  ; 
In  Jefus'  crofs  we  ice  how  God 
Can  jujtty  pardon  fin. 

a  How  guilty  rebels  fuch  as  we 
May,  after  ail,  find  grace; 
May  frill  be  reconciled  to  God, 


5  Thro'  Jefus  crucify'd  for  fin, 

God  imiling  doth  appear 
On  guilty  man  , — his  precious  blood 
Doth  bring  the  vileft  near. 

6  It  blotteth  out  the  various  guilt 

Of  all  for  whom  he  dy'd  ; 
There's  balm  for  ev'ry  wounded  foul 
In  Jefus  crucify'd. 

7  Then  what  tho'  worldly  men  the  crofs, 

The  plain,  bare  crofs  defpife  ; 
And  what  tho'  all  who  truft  in  it 
Seem  little  in  their  eyes  ? 

8  Let  us,  in  face  of  ail  contempt, 

Of  all  reproach  and  fhame, 
In  Jefus*  crofs  ftill  make  our  boaft^ 
And  triumph  in  his  name  : 

9  In  view  of  his  great  love,  let  us 

For  him  count  all  things  lofs  ; 
And  far  let  ev'ry  glorying  be 
Save  only  in  his  crofs. 

SONG         XLVII. 

SING  the  praiies  of  the  Lord  y 
His  great  love  to  us  record, 
Who  hath 'made  his  grace  divine. 
Towards  guilty  men  to  fhine. 

2  When  by  fin  we  were  expos'd 
Unto  death — God  interpos'd  ; 
And  did  lay  Our  help  upon 
His  own  Son,  the  mighty  One  ? 

F 


3  i7*  thro'  death  deftroy'd  the  foe  ; 
By  his  grief  removM  our  woe  : 
Thro'  his  glorious  faVihg  might, 
Life  eternal  brought  to  light. 

4  He  the  eurfc  bare  on  the  tree, 
That  the  guilty  might  go  free  : 
And  redeemed  ifs  from  wrath  ; 
Where  is  now  thy  fling  !  O  death  ? 

c  All  our  works  for  us  he  wrought; 
reace  and  liberty  he  brought : 
Greater  blifs,  we  have  to  boaft, 
Than  the  life  which  Adam  ioft '■: 

6  For,  he  lives  beyond  the  grave, 
from  death's  hand  us  to  receive  ; 
Where  eternal  joys  remain  ; 
Where  np  forrow  is  nor  pain,. 

7  To  the  Lamb  who  dy'd  and  role. 
And  hath  conquered  all  our  foes, 
Glory  be  for  ever  giv'n 

By  the  faints,  in  earth,  and  heav'n. 

SONG        XLVIII. 

*CTIS  finijhtd!  THE  SAVIOUR  cry'd, 

When  on  the  crofs  he  bow'd,  and  dy'd  * 
9<Tisfini/}jed  !  all  heav'n  refounds, 
Th'  Eternal's  mercy  knows  no  bounds ! — 

a  Let's  catch,  my  friends,  the  heav'nly  theme, 

9Tis  finijhedi  let  us  proclaim  : 

Juftice  divine  is  now  appeas'd, 

God  reds  in  his  own  Soxi  well  pleas'd, 

3  "Tis  finiftied !  ye  nations  hear, 
Your  fruitlefs  labour  now  forbear ; 


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B^  Jefus'  fini'h'd  work  alone, 
There's  accefs'to  God's  holy  throne; 

4  'Tis  finijhed !  The  work  is  done  ! 
By  God's  own  well-beloved  S6n  ; 
His  work  moft  perfect  is,  and  pure, 
And  fhall  eternally  endure. 

5  'Tis  finijhed !  The  Lamb  once  (lain, 
Is  from  the  dead  rais'd  up  again  ; 

He  hath  a-fcended  up  on  high, 
And  captive  led  captivity. 

6  "Tis  finijhed  !  Now  may  we  fing, 
Devouring,  death  !  where  is  thy  fling  ? 
O  grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
Here's  life  and  immortality  ! 

7  'Tis  finijhed !  Here's  food  for  praife, 
Here's  fubje6t  meet  for  heav'nly  lays  i 
And  God's  redeem'd  fhall  ever  fing, 
The  praifes  of  th'  Eternal  King  ! 

8  Then  let  us  ftill,  with  thankful  voice, 
In  Jefus'  finifh'd  work  rejoice  -, 

'Tis  finijhed  !  Let  us  proclaim, 
Eternal  thanks  to  God's  great  name. 

SONG         XLIX. 

WITH  ravifh'd  eyes,  Lord,  we  admire 
Thefe  radiant  curtains  of  thy  throne  ! 
Wide  heav'n,  adorn'd  with  finds  of  fire, 
Proclaims  Omnipotence  alone  : 
Theie  Alining  watchers,  in  their  filent  talk, 
Proclaim  thy  glory,  proclaim  thy  glory, 
Jn  their  evening  w^lfc* 


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2  The  purple  morn  !  with  gilded  ray, 

Renews  the  day  with  glad'ning  light ; 
ThJ  o'erjoy'd  creation  welcomes  day, 
With  chearful  motion,  till  the  night 
To  filent  flumbers  hufn  the  lab'ring  ball  : 
Thefe  preach  thy  glory,  thefe  preach  thy  glory, 
Thro'  the  fpacious  all. 

3  Array 'd  with  light,  in  filver  ftreams, 

Thron'd  in  his  fiery  tent,  the  fun, 
Diffufing  all  enliv'ning  beams, 

Round  heav'n's  extremities  doth  run  ; 
Swift  as  a  racer,  as  a  bridegroom  gay, 
In  pride  of  glory,  in  pride  of  glory, 
Conftituting  day. 

4  His  genial  warmth,  the  world  immenfe 

ConfefTes,  in  each  fruit  and  flow'r  -, 
Thou  mak'ft  his  brooding  influence 
Feaft  rhy  creation  ev'ry  hour  : 
Thou  mad'lt  him  this  great  world's  both  eye  and 
Sole  vital  fpirit;  fole  vital  fpirit,  [foul. 

Known  from  pole  to  pole, 

5  Art  dimly  paints  that  brilliant  ball  ; 

That's  but  an  emblem  faint,  to  fhew 
The  fun  of  righteoufnefs,  where  all 

The  beams  of  God  fhine  forth  mod  true. 
With  rays  diffus'd,  in  healing  words  he  glows, 
And  circling  warms,  and  circling  warms 
The  nations  as  he  goes. 

fho'  blinded  reas'ners  mark  thee  not, 

In  nature's  wide  amazing  fcene, 
Where  all  thy  labours  point  thee  out, 
And  all  thy  footfteps  fliew  fo  plain 
Thy  pow'r,  and  godhead,  to  earth's  utmoft  line, 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  %S 

Where  brighter  rays,  where  brighter  rays 
Of  God  ne'er  deign'd  to  fhine  ; 

7  Yet  ravifn'd,  with  fublime  delight, 
Believers  view  in  ev'ry  line 
Of  thy  pure  oracles,  the  light 
Of  truth,  and  mercy  all  divine  : 
Thy  law,  and  law  fulfill'd,  thefe  teftify, 
Convert  the  foul,  convert  the  foul, 
And  bow  the  heart  to  thee. 

SONG         L. 

WHEREWITH  fhall  I  o'erwhelm'd  with 
Before  THE  LORD  appear  ?  [fin. 

Or  how  can  fuch  a  wretch  as  I 

To  the  Mod  High  draw  near  ? 

2  Where  fhall  the  conscience  ftung  with  fin 

Apply,  relief  to  find  ? 
And  where's  the  balm,  whofe  healing  pow'r 
Can  cure  a  wounded  mind  ? 

3  Can  all  the  pow'r  of  man  do  ought  ? 

Ah  no  !  'tis  all  in  vain — 
'Tis  God  that  wounds,  and  God  alone 
Can  heal  the  wound  again. 

4  And  lo  !  Jehovah's  boundlefs  grace 

The  blefied  cure  fupplies  ; 
To  favc  his  people  from  their  fins, 
See  !  Jefus  bleeds  and  dies  ! 

5.  Yea,  rather  fee  he  lives  again  ! 

And  fhall  for  ever  live  ; 
And  will,  to  all  for  whom  he  died, 

This  life  eternal  give. 
F     % 


66  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

6  Then,  what  tho'  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

Our  forrows  may  abound  ? 
And  for  affliction's  mortal  ftroke, 
No  cure  can  here  be  found  ? 

7  Our  life  is  hid  with  Chrift,  in  God; 

When  Chrift,  our  life  appears, 
His  people  he'll  with  glory  crown, 
And  wipe  away  their  tears.     > 

3  Let  this,  my  friends,  be  all  our  hope, 
Let  this,  our  thoughts  employ  ; 

Thro'  this  bleft  hope,  in  death  itfelf, 
There's  glorious  room  for  joy  : . 

9  Pill'd  with  fuch  hope,  let  this  vain  life 

Evanifh  from  our  eyes ; 
Lei:  folid,  boundlefs,  endleis  blifs 

Before  our  view  arife. 

io  And  let  us,  with  one  heart,  and  foul, 

To  God  our  voices  raife ; 
By  him  this  grace  was  purchafed  j 

To  him  be  all  the  praife. 

SONG         LI. 

HO's  this,  that  from  the  defart  doth 
Like  fmoky  pillars  rife  ; 
Wiio,  leaning  on  her  deareft  Lord, 
All  others  doth  defpife  ? 

2  It  is  the  Lamb's  beloved  fpoufe, 

It  is  his  virgin  bride  ; 
Who  from  the  rage  of  Antichrift, 
Did  in  the  defart  hide. 

3  The  Woman  who  to  John  appear'd 

Is  clothed  with  the  Sun, 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS,  67 

The  perfect  righteoufnefs  of  Chrift, 
Which  he  alone  hath  done, 

4  All  earthly  things  beneath  her  feet- 

She  tramples  on,  and  fcorns; 
The  doctrine  preached  by  the  Twelve, 
Like  liars  her  head  adorns  ; 

5  With  antichrifl  fhe  will  not  join  ; 

No  head  but  Chrift  her  Lord, 
And  by  no  other  rule  will  fhe 

Be  meafur'd,  but  God's  word. 

6  Her  dodlrine,  wrorfhip,  difcipline, 

Mull  all  conformed  be 
Unto  God's  word;  and  children  dwell 
In  love  and  unity. 

7  The  Shepherd's  voice  fhe  hears,  and  knows, 

In  it  fhe  doth  rejoice; 
And  chearfully  doth  follow  him  : — 
— She  knows  no  flranger's  voice. 

8  The  hireling  Shepherd,  will  not  fiend, 

To  face  the  enemy ; 
And  when  the  fleck  in  danger  is, 
Doth  quickly  from  them  fly. 

9  But  the  Good  Shepherd,  for  his  (heep 

Did  give  his  life  away  -, 
That  he  mi  y.t  their:  redeem,  who  from 
His  fold  had  c>c~e  alirav. 

10  Let  all  his  people,  here  below, 

Join  loud  with  ail  above  ; 

And,  in  triumphant  heav'nly  notes, 

Sing  his  adeeming  love. 


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SONG        LIL 

BEHOLD!  what  love  the  Father  hath 
On  guilty  man  beftow'd  ! 
That  we,  poor  finners,  fons  of  wrath, 
Should  be  the  Sons  of  God ! 

2  O  !  how  beyond  exprefiion  great 

The  love  of  Chrift  doth  fhine  : 
'Tis  like  himfelf !  TH'  ETERNAL  GOD 
Paft  knowledge  !  all  divine  ! 

3  Behold  !  for  guilty,  guilty  man, 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  j 
Lays  down  his  life,  them  to  redeem, 
A  precious  facrifice  ! 

4  And  God  the  facrifice  accepts, 

His  wrath  is  now  appeas'd  ; 
He  looks  to  his  beloved  Son, 

And  fays,  "  I  am  well  pleas'd." 

5  Now,  doth  the  ever  worthy  Lamb, 

Who  for  his  people  dy'd, 
See  of  the  travail  of  his  foul, 
And  is  well  fatisfy'd  -, 

6  Now  peace  and  good  will  towards  men, 

In  boundlefs  ftreams  do  flow  $ 
And  joy,  and  hope  of  endlefs  life, 
Doth  God  thro'  Chrift  beftow. 

7  O  !  let  us  then  refound  the  note 

Which  ftill  prevails  above  ; 
And  ever  fing,  with  joyful  hearts^ 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 


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SONG         LI  II. 

I'VE  feen  the  lovely  garden  flow'rs 
In  all  their  beauty  glow  : 
I've  ken  the  ftormy  hail-ftone  fhow'rs 
Lay  all  their  glory  low. 

2  I've  ktn  the  youth  in  beauty's  pride 

And  higheft  health  to  day, 
Before  to-morrow's  even  tide, 
A  loathfome  lump  of  clay. 

3  Then  what's  our  life  ?  a  vapour  furc ! 

Away  it  fwiftly  flies  ; 
The  joys  of  life,  how  infecure, 
How  trifling  fuch  a  prize  ? 

4  How  oft  this  leflbn  we've  been  taught ; 

Yet  dill  the  earthly  mind 
Purfues  its  earthly  hope  full  fraught, 
To  heav'nly  hope  ftill  blind  : 

5  That  leflbn  which  we  now  defpife,. 

Prefuming  on  our  might, 
Shall  foon  be  fet  before  our  eyes, 
Clear  as  the  noon-day  light. 

6  The  haft'ning  day  {hall  foon  arrive, 

When  awful  death  ihall  come, 
And  clofe  the  fcene  of  this  vain  life, 
In  darknefs  and  the  tomb. 

O  !  may  the  Living  Word,  the  light, 

Shine  forth  before  our  eyes  ; 
that  dread  hour  difpel  the  night 
With  everlafting  rays  : 

8  When  in  the  dark  and  difmal  road, 
Which  we  are  doom'd  to  tread, 


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Our  comfort  be- the  word  of  God, 

Our  rock,  our  ftrength,  our  fhade  : 

9  His  word,  who  dy'd  upon  the  tree, 

Can  fortify  the  heart, 
And,  ev'n  in  death,  our  minds  can  free, 
And  bid  all  fear  depart ; 

10  For  he's  alive,  who  once  was  flain, 

And  reigns  exalted  high  ; 
His  word  can  raife  us  up  again, 
Tho'  in  the  grave  we  lie. 

1 1  The  work  he  finifh'd  on  the  crofs, 

Doth  bring  falvation  fure  ; 
And  his  unfpotted  righteoufnefs 
For  ever  doth  endure. 

SONG        LIV. 

HARK!  the  trump  of  God  doth  found  ; 
Th'  arch-angel's  voice  is  heard  on  high : 
Now  the  Lord  himfelf  defcends, 
With  a  Ihout  that  rends  the  iky. 

2  See  !  his  dead  have  heard  the  found  ! 
Spring  immortal  from  the  tomb  j 

And  with  rapture  meet  their  Lord, 
Crying,  Now  the  kingdom's  come. 

3  Lo !  his  people  too  on  earth 
In  a  moment  chang'd  all  rife, 

In  the  clouds  caught  up  with  them, 
To  meet  their  Saviour  in  the  fkies,, 

4  See!  mortality  of  life 
Swallow'd  up  eternally  ! 

Death,  O  Death !  where  is  thy  fting  ? 
Where,  O  Grave  !  thy  vi&ory  ? 


HRISTIAN    SONGS.  71 

;  Now,  all  tears  are  wip'd  away^, 
Free  from  curfe,  and  free  from  pain, 

Vll  Chrift's  people,   now  with  him, 
Kings,  and  Prieds,   for  ever  reign  •> 

5  Heirs  of  God  !  joint  heirs  with  Chrid  ! 

All  triumphant  o'er  their  foes  $ 
fVll  God's  fullnefs  they  poflefs, 

And  their  cup  ftiii-overflows. 

7  In  the  hope  of  all  this  joy, 

Let  us,  brethren,  ftill  be  found, 
Stedfait  in  the  faith  of  Chrid, 
And  in  loye  let  us  abound. 

8  Let  his  matchlefs  love  to  us, 
To  bis  work  our  fouls  conftrain, 

Kaowing,  that  our  labour  wrought 
In  the  Lord,  (hall  not  be  vain. 

SONG         LV. 

TO  guilty  mortals  why  fo  kind, 
So  long  indulgence  fhown  ? 
So  many  bounties  round  the  year 
Thus  eopioufly  fen*  down  ? 

2  Why  does  the  fun  renew  the  day, 

With  all  reviving  beams  ? 
The  fkies,  like  breads  which  ne'er  run  dry, 
Refrefliment  fend  in  dreams  ? 

3  Doth  judgment  deep  ?  Can  God  the  judge,. 

On  fin  forget  to  frown  ? 
Nay  !   Death  devouring  ev'ry  hour, 
In  courfe  all  men  cuts  down. 

$.  But  'midft  the  rage  of  fin  and  death. 
Proceeds  a  grand  defign  j 


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72  CHRISTIAN     SONGS, 

The  glorious  light  of  endlefs  life, 
Acrofs  the  gloom  doth  fhine. 

5  The  Lord  is  ris'n,  the  King  of  peace,  ** 

The  King  of  righteoufnefs  ; 
He  bare  the  curfe,  he  reigns  on  high, 
The  nations  he  will  blefs. 

6  He  fpares  the  world,  till  he  complete, 

His  grand  defign  of  love  : 
For  this  he  makes  his  fun  to  .Line, 
And  rain  fends  from  above. 

7  For  this  are  pow'rs  ordained  of  God, 

To  keep  the  world  in  awe  ■ 
That  vi'lence  may'nt  o'erwhelm  the  earth, 
Till  thence  his  folk  he  draw. 

8  Then  let  us  raife  our  voice  to  God, 

And  daily  praife  his  name, 
Since  all  the  bounties  of  the  day 
That  mercy  reigns,  proclaim. 

SONG     LVI.     Exodus  xv.     Mofes's  Song. 

UNTO  Jehovah  I  will  raife 
My  Song,  and  chearful,  fhout  his  praife  j 
Divinely  glorious  he  excels  ! 
His  mighty  hand  his  grandeur  tells. 

a  The  horfe,  and  the  proud  rider  down 
Into  the  deep,  his  arm  hath  thrown  ; 
Jehovah  is  my  ftrength  and  long, 
Salvation  doth  to  him  belong. 

3  This  is  my  God  !  to  his  great  name 
An  habitation  I  will  frame  ! 
My  father's  God  he  is,  and  1 
Will  fhout  his  praife  triumphantly' 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  73 

4.  A  Man  of  war,  Jehovah  is  ! 
This  glorious  name  is  only  his  ; 
He  Pharaoh's  chariots  and  his  hoft, 
Hath  down  into  deftruflion  tofs'd  ! 

5  His  chofen  warriors  all  hath  he 
O'erthrown,  and  drowned  in  the  fea  ; 
Down  to  the  bottom  as  a  (lone 

They  Tank, — the  deeps  have  o'er  them  gone  } 

6  In  power  thy  right-hand  glorious  fiione, 
Jehovah,  O  thou  mighty  One  ! 

Thine  own  right-hand  the  en'my  all 
O  God,  hath  daih'd  in  pieces  fmali. 

7  In  thy  excelling  greatnefs  thou 
All  who  againft  thee  rofe  o'erthrew  ; 
'Gainft  them  thy  wrath  thou  didft  prepare, 
Like  ftubble  they  confumed  were. 

8  Thy  noftrils'  blaft  the  floods  uprear'd, 
Aftonifh'd  Teas  in  heaps  appear'd  $ 

Ev'n  as  a  wall  on  either  hand, 

The  mighty  deeps  congeai'd  did  (land  ! 

9  <c  I  will  purfue  (the  en'my  cried) 

"  O'ertake  them,  and  the  fpoil  divide  j 
"  My  luft  of  vengeance  I'll  enjov, 
"  Yea,  utterly  Til  them  deftroy." 

10  Thou  with  thy  wind  didfl"  Mow.,  and  (Iraght 
The  deeps  them  cover'd  from  ouv  fight  : 
They  'mid ft  the  torrent  faqk  like  lead, 

And  raging  waves  roll'd  o'er  their  head  ! 

1 1  Among  the  mighty  who  is  there 
O  God,  that  may  with  thee  compare  ? 

G 


74  CHRISTIAN     SONGSw 

Who  is  like  thee  ?  In  holinefs 
Thus  glorious  !  Fearful  is  thy  praife  ! 

12  Thou  wonders  doft  !  Thy  right-hand  thou 
'•©ut-ftretched,  and  did  fink  them  low  ; 
Wrapt  up  in  fudden  ruin,  they 
Beneath  the  rufhing  torrent  lay  ! 

13  .While  in  thy  mercy  thou  didft  lead 
Thy  people,  thus  from  bondage  freed  j 
And  in  thy  ftrength  them  guided  haft, 
Unto  thy  holy  place  of  reft. 

14  The  nations  of  thy  works  fhall  hear, 
And  tremble  with  foreboding  fear  j 
While  they  of  Paleftina  fhall 

With  forrow  be  o'erwhelmtd  aTL 

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15  Then  Edom's  lofty  ones  fhall  quake, 
And  Moab's  mighties  trembling,  fhake; 
Th'  inhabitants  of  Canaan,  they 
With  fear,  like  wax  fhall  melt  away  ! 

x6  Terror  and  dread  fhall  on  them  fall. 
And  as  a  ftone  be  ftill,  thty  fhall 
By  thy  great  arm,  till  every  one 
Of  thine,  Jehovah,  o'er  have  gone. 

17  Yea,  till  each  one  thou  purchas'd  haft 
Safely  their  land  have  overpaft  ; 
Thou'lt  bring  them  in,  and  plant  them  there,   I 
They  thine  inheritance  fhall  (hare. 

18  Within  the  place  ordain'd  by  thee, 
Jehovah,  thy  abode  to  be  : 
The  fan£tuary  which  thy  hand, 
©  Lord,  eftablifh'd  finu  to  ftand. 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  75 

19  For  ever,  and  for  ever  more 

The  glorious  X  ,ord  fhall  reign  in  pow'r  : 
The  Lord  fhall  reign, — the  mighty  One 
Who  all  our  foes  hath  overthrown  ! 

20  Proud  Pharaoh's  horfe,  and  chariots  ftrong 
Rufli'd  the  divided  feas  among  ; 

God  fpake — the  waters  backward  came, 
And  fwift  deftru&ion  covered  them  ! 

21  While  Israel's  fons  upon  dry  land 
Securely  pafs'd— on  either  hand, 
The  parted  fea  its  billows  rear'd, 
And  a  defending  wall  appear d  I 

22  Raife  then  Jehovah's  praifes  high  ; 
He  hath  triumphed  glorioufly  ! 

The  horfe  and  his  proud  rider  down 
Into  the  deep  his  arm  hath  thrown. 

SONG        LVII, 

HEAR  O  heav'n  \  O  earth  attend  ! 
Creation  hear  the  joyful  found  \ 
Chrift  who  died,  is  ris'n  again, 
And  with  endlefs  glory  crown'd* 

2  Hence  flows  hope  to  guilty  man, 
Hence  our  way  is  pav'd  to  heav'n  ; 

Jefus  died  for  our  fins, 

Now  he  lives  !  and  we're  forgiv'n. 

3  What  tho'  we  are  worthlefs  all, 
Sinners  'gainft  the  richeft  grace  ! 

Wrath  divine  is  now  appeased, 
Boundlefs  mercy  now  takes  place. 


fa  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

4  See  !  our  Interceffor  lives, 
Hear  him  plead  before  the  throne  ! 

Father,  fave  my  guilty  flock, 
Save,  for  now  thy  will  is  done  : 

5  Thefe  are  they  whom  I  have  lov'd, 
They  whom  thou  to  me  didft  give  i 

Thefe  I  purchas'd  with  my  blood, 
Since  I  dy'd,  O  let  them  live. 

6  Juft:,  O  well  belov'd,  thy  plea, 
Juft  what  e'er  thy  lips  can  crave  \ 

Thou  haft  died  for  guilty  men, 
Now  I  can  bejufl  and  fave. 

7  Save  then  thefe  thy  much-lov'd  fheep, 
Save  them  all,  for  they  are  thine  i 

Blefs  as  I  have  blefled  thee ; 
Let  thern  be  for  ever  mine. 

8  Blefled  God  !  What  grace  is  here  ? 
How  ihzll  finners  grateful  prove  ? 

How  that  gratitude  exprefs 
For  thy  rich  preventing  love  ? 

9  How,  but  by  their  love  to  thee, 
To  thy  people,  to  thy  laws, 

Daily  taking  up  the  crofs, 

Gladly  lufFVing  for  thy  caufe  -? 

SO     N     G        LVIII. 

EH  OLD  J  the  bright  morning  appears, 
And  Jefus  revives  from  the  grave : 
His  rifing,  removes  all  our  fears, 
And  fhewjs  him  Almighty  to  fave  : 


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CHRISTIAN    SONGS.  77 

How  fcrong  were  his  t^ars  and  his  erifca  ! 

The  worth  of  his  blood  how  divine  ! 
How  perfedc  his  facrifice  is 

Who  rofe,  tho'  he  fuffer'd  for  fin  ! 

2  The  man,  who  was  crown'd  with  thorns, 
The  man,  who  on  Calvary  dy'd, 

The  man,  who  bore  fcourging  and  fcorn, 

Whom  finners  agreed  to  deride  j 
Now  bleffed  for  ever  is  made, 

And  life  has  rewarded  his  pain  3 
Now  glory  has  crowned  his  head, 

Heav'n  fings  of  the  Lamb  who  was  fiairr. 

3  Believing,  we  fhare  of  his  joy  ; 
By  faith,  we  partake  of  his  reft  ; 

With  this,  we  can  chearfully  die ; 

For  with  him  we  hope  to  be  bleft, 
This  makes  us  regardlefs  of  fame, 

And  riches  and  honour  defoifc, 
We  fuffer  for  Jefu;/  name, 

And  die,  that  with  him  we  may  rife. 

4  We  wait  for  his  coming  again, 
To  raife  us  in  glor?  with  him  ; 

Then,  gladnefs  his  faints  fhall  obtain, 
His  foes  fhall  be  cloached  with  fhame. 

Then  (hall  his  atilided,  and  poor, 

From  the  duft  and  the  dunghill,  be  rais 

r  wants  and  difgrace  are  no  more  : 
By  him  they  with  princes  are  piae'd. 

)  Then  v/ill  he  moft  fully  reward 
The  klndneffcs  done  to  hfs  name  -y 
■  he  harh  dea  ir'd, 
:uem  as  deeds  done  to  him  ; 

G     2 


78  CHRISTIAN     SONGS, 

Y«e  bleft  of  my  Father  come  near, 
Sit  down  on  my  heavenly  throne ; 

Inherit  the  kingdom  prepar'd 
For  thofe  who  delight  in  his  Son, 

6  Then  let  us  look  forward  to  this, 

And  joyfully  take  up  his  crofs  ; 
His  fei  vants  ihall  be  where  he  is, 

And  all  that  we  lofe  is  but  drofs  : 
They're  honour'd  whom  he  fhall  approve, 

Their  riches  fhall  never  decay  ; 
Their  joy  is  compleat  in  his  love, 

Their  tears  (hall  be  all  wip'd  away. 

SONG        LIX. 

J.~  A I  L  glorious  times  of  joy  and  peace, 
When  well  be  fafe  from  ev'ry  grief  3 
And  this,  our  bofom  foe  fhall  ceafe, 
This  evil  heart  of  unbelief. 

2  Then  fafe  from  every  dreaded  ill, 
Death  never  more  fhall  break  our  reft  -y 

Nor  any  breaft  with  terror  fill, 
Forever  in  God's  prefence  bleft  ! 

3  And  is  the  blefTednefs  our  choice 
Which  Jtfus  with  his  blood  hath  bought? 

Do  we  in  him  alone  rejoice 

Who  all  our  works  for  us  hath  wrought  ? 

4  Why  then  of  death  fo  much  afraid  ? 

The  gate  of  heav'n — our  wifh'd  for  home  ! 
When  he  fee  ms  near,   why  fhrink  difmay'd  ? 

Why  not  with  picture  bid  him  come  ? 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  79- 

5  And  do  we,  after  all,  then  prize 
This  motley  fcene  of  grief  and  care  ? 

Is  heav'n  fo  little  in  our  eyes, 

We  would  not  die  tho'  to  be  there  ? 

6  When  v/e  furvey  the  grizly  form  ; 
Does  nature  lhudder  at  the  fight  ? 

The  pallid  look  •> — the  fhroud  -y — the  worm  ; 
And  darknefs  of  perpetual  night  ! 

7  The  filent  tongue, — the  fixed  eye, — 

The  clay-cold  hand, — our  long,  long  home  !— - 
Are  we  afraid  left  we  fnould  lie 
Eternal  tenants  of  the  tomb  ? 

3  Fear  not :  our  great  Redeemer  lives. 
And  he  from  death  fhall  fet  us  free  1 

Tho'  now  we  die,  if  we  are  his, 
Thefe  very  eyes  the  Lord  fhall  fee. 

9  Dread  we  in  death  to  lay  us  down  ! 
Know  Jefus  in  the  grave  was  laid  ; 

He  made  it  eafy  for  his  own, 

When  he  their  ranfom  fully  paid  I 

10  Are  we  afraid  of  racking  pain  ? 

O  !  think  what  pains  our  Saviour  bore  i 
He  oore  our  griefs  and  ibrrovvs  all 

When  nails  and  thorns  his  body  tore  ! 

11  Or  do  we  dread  yet  more  to  find  *' 
God's  awful  wrath  upon  us  fall  ? 

Here's  comfort  to  the  guilty  mind  : 
Our  great  Redeemer  bore  it  aii  ! 

Je  bore  th'   Almighty's  frown,   that  we 
never  feel  the  wraih  diviiie, 


eo  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

Behold  him  bleeding  on  the  tree  ! 
See  Juftice  there,  and  Mercy  fiiine -f 

i  j  «  My  God,  my  God,  why  haft  thou  me 
"  Forfaken,"  The  blefs'd  fuff'rer  cry'd  ! 

But,  none  of  his  forfake  will  he 

(In  death)  who  for  their  ranfom  dy'd. 

14  God  now  well-pleas'd  for  Jefus'  fake, 
Smiles  on  his  people's  parting  hour  : 

Hence  they  of  lively  hope  partake, 
Tho'  worms  their  body  fhall  devour. 

15  He  ever  liveth,  who  was  dead  : 
Of  death  he  keeps  the  keys  alone  ; 

He'll  fay  (when  from  the  grave  they're  freed) 
"  Of  thofe  thou  gav'ft  me  I've  loft  none  I" 

16  And  when  he  brings  them  back  again, 
From  worms  and  death  a  glorious  ^prize  ; 

They  fhall  appear  without  a  fiain, 
Ail  lovely  ev'n  in  God's  own  e/es ! 

SONG         LX. 

WHEN  Jefus  comes  again, 
Faith  fhall  be  rare  on  earth  to  fee  ,\ 
And  fin  abounding,  then 

The  love  of  many  cold  fhall  be  ! 
Let  us  beware, 
And  w-ttch  with  care, 
And  for  the  fdith  contend  : 
And  jointly  ftrivj* 
To  kVep   alive 
Our  hope,  U1K9  ue  end, 


CHRISTIAN    SONGS. 

<i  If  we  (hall  thus  endure 

With  patience  fuff  ring  tor  his  fake, 
His  promifc  ftandeth  fure 

That  we  fhall  in  his  joy  partake  : 

Beyond  compare, 

The  glories  are, 
Which  then  reveal'd  fnall  be  ; 

When  clo-h'd  in  light, 

'(Viidit  angels  bright, 
He'll  Ihine  forth  giorioufly  ! 

2  See  men  (as  he  foretold) 

Do  put  his  coming  far  away  ; 
They  purchafe,  plant,  and  build, 
As  if  this  world  Ihould  laft  for  aye  : 

Yet  foon  fhall  they 

In  fmoke  decay ; 
O  may  our  faith  be  ftrong  ! 

What  worldlings  prize 

Let  us  defpife  ; 
PorXhrift  will  come  e'er  long. 

4  We've  feen  the  man  of  (in 
Reveal'd,  and  to  his  height  arife  ; 

And  now  confum'd  again 

His  kingdom  almoit  ruin'd  lies  ! 

That  pow'r  fhall  be 

Crufh'd  utterly, 
Before  Chritl's  glory  bright : 

Dire  vengeance  fhall 

O'erwhelm  them  all 
Who  dar'd  his  grace  to  flight  1 

5  His  en'mies  are  referv'd 

To  dreadful  fcenes  of  endlefs  woe  : 


gi  CHRISTIAN    SONGS, 

And  have  not  we  deferv'd 

To  be  fhut  out  from  comfort  too  ? 

But  blefs'd  be  he 

Who  fee  us  free, 
And  bore  himfelf  God's  wrath  I 

His  work's  compleat, 

Truth,  mercy  meet  ! 
The  fling  is  drawn  from  death  I 


6  What  then  tho*  famines  fpread, 

And  peft'lence  (talk,  devouring  round  ; 
Filling  each  heart  with  dread, 

While  earthquakes  rend  the  trembling  ground: 
Tho'  nations  are 

Engag'd  in  war,  J 

And  all  is  wild  difmay, 
We  without  fear 
Our  heads  will  rear* 
And  cry,  Lord  come  away  I 

7  Bleft  be  his  glorious  name, 

That  we've  his  perfect  work  to  boaft ; 
That  e'er  he  did  proclaim 

He  came  to  feek  and  fave  the  loft ! 
His  love  fhall  be 
Eternally 
Our  joyful  theiYie  of  praife  : 
We  will  fhout  forth 
His  matchlefs  worth, 
And  truft  his  boundlefs  grace  I 

SONG        LXI. 


A 


LTHO*  temptations  threaten  round 
And  feeble  as  the  moth  I'm  found  * 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS,  %y 

'Midft  greateft  dangers  let  me  fee 
Thy  grace  fufficient,  Lord,  for  me* 

2  And  when  my  faith  is  like  to  fail, 
And  doubts  and  darknefs  rnoft  prevail  j 
Hold  thou  me  up,  and  let  me  fee 
Thy  grace  fufficient,  Lord,  for  me. 

3  When  (Heay'n  forgot)  my  foolifh  heart 
In  this  vain  world  would  chufe  its  part  -, 
Call  back  the  wanderer  Lord  to  thee, 
And  let  thy  grace  my  fafety  be. 

4  When  warring  paffions  vex  me  fore, 
And  I  dare  trull  n.yfelf  no  more ; 
Thy  ftrength,  my  (lay  in  weaknefs  be, 
Thy  grace  fufficient,  Lord,  for  me. 

5  When  all  confpires  to  work  my  woe, 
And  in  defpair  to  plunge  me  low, 
When  terror  takes  fafl  hold  on  me ; 
Lord,  let  thy  grace  my  fafety  be. 

6  And  when  thro'  death's  dark  vale  I  go, 
O  let  me  then  my  guidance  know  ; 
Then  comfort  fend,  and  Jet  me  fee 

Thy  grace  fufficient,  Lord,  for  me. 

7  Thanks  to  thy  name,  that  thou,  O  Lord, 
Help  to  the  worthlefs  can'ft  afford  ; 

Lord  help  me  then,  and  let  me  fee 
Thy  grace  fufficient  itill  for  me. 

8  I  have  no  claim  for  grace  at  all, 
On  me  thy  wrath  might  juitly  fail  ; 
But  Jefus  dy'd  ! — His  merit  fee, 
And  reach  thy  mercy  Lord  to  me, 


$4  C  H  R  I  S  T  I  A  N     S  O  N  G  S, 

SONG    LXII.    Habak..  chap.  iii.  17,  18,  iq9 

rj^  H  O'  the  fig  tree  to  bloffom  fliould  ceafe, 

Jl     And  no  fruit  on  the  vine  fliould  appear; 
Tho'  the  labour  of  th'  olive  decreafe, 
And  the  fields  with  no  meat  crown  the  year; 
From  the  fold  tho'  the  flocks  fliould  decay, 
And  no  herd  in  the  ftall  fhould  be  found ; 
In  JEHOVAH  yet  joyful  Til  be, 
In's  falvation  my  joy  fhall  abound. 

SONG         LXIII. 

HO  W  E'ER  defpifed  drift's  people  be, 
Howe'er  'midft  defirt  lands  they  ftray, 
Tncm  carefully  feek  out  will  he, 
And  chearful  they'll  his  voice  obey. 

2.  He'll  like  a  faithful  fhepherd  lead 
Them  fafe,  and  keep  with  tender  care : 

With  his  life-giving  truth  them  feed, 
Where  ft  reams,  of  promised  comfort  are. 

3  Whatever  dangers  threaten  round, 
From  dangers  he'll  their  refuge  prove  ; 

Thus  ftrength  in  greateft  ftrairs  be  found, 
And  none  (hall  te^ar  them  from  his  love, 

4  Thro'  life  ar.d  death  their  guide  he'll  be, 
(His  worth  in  life  and  death  their  boail  !) 

4C  Of  theie  whom  thou  haft  given  me" 
(He'll  fay  at  laft)   Lo  none  Fve  left] 

SONG         LXIV. 

A  I  L  !   bleft  fcenes  of  endlefs  joy, . 
Where  '  \  bo  11  n<.  ■.'•■■ 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  %$ 

re  nothing  hurtful  fliall  annoy, 
But  gladneis  tills  the  happy  plains  : 
Free  from  fin,  and  free  from  fear, 
None  e'er  fliall  flgh,  or  ihed  a  tear. 

i  Ten  thoufand  thoufands  there  fliall  raife 

Their  glad  notes,  and  fing  this  drain, 
"  Wake  the  fong  of  grateful  praife, 
Ci  To  the  Lamb  ;  for  he  was  (lain  ! 
<c  Hofannas,  loud  Hofannas  fing, 
cc  Hofannas  to  th'  Eternal  King,0 

3  There  in  Jefus'  prefence  bled, 

They  fear  no  death,   nor  feel  a  pain  ; 
They  there  fliall  fmile  in  endlefs  reft, 
Nor  dangers  e'er  fhall  threat  again. 
For  Jefus  reigns,  and  they  fliall  fhare 
With  him,  in  his  own  glory  there. 

SONG         LXV. 

GLORY  unto  Jefus  be, 
From  the  curfe  he  let  us  free  ; 
All  our  guilt  on  him  was  laid, 
He  the  j^ofbni  fully  paid. 

2  All  his  glorious  work  is  done, 
God's  well  pleafed  in  his  Son  ; 
For  he  rais'd  him  from  the  dead. 
And  he  reigns  his  Church's  head. 

Tis  redeem'd  his  praife  fliout  forth, 
glorying  in  his  worth  ; 
Angels  fing  around  the  throne, 

nou  ait  worthy  f  Thou  alone  !" 
H 


86  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

4  He  will  foon  return  again, 
And  his  faints  with  him  fhall  reign  ; 
In  this  hope  they  joyful  fay 
■Come  Lord  Jefus — come  away* 

S     O     N     G         LXVI. 

O'WHY  fo  flow,  ye  fimple,  fay, 
The  Saviour's  faithful  words  to  hear  ? 
Why  put  his  coming  far  away  ? 

Look  up,  for  lo  !  the  iigns  appear. 
The  time  is  fhort,  when  ev'ry  foe 

Shall  vanquifh'd  lie,  no  more  to  rife  : 
For  Chrift  fhall  tread  his  en'mies  lov/, 
While  fhouts  of  triumph  .fill  the  fkies. 

1  See  nation  againft  nation  rife ; 

Kingdoms  and  States  for  war  prepare; 
Diitrefs,  perplexities  arife, 

Men's  anxious  hearts  do  fail  for  fear  : 
Dire  famines  wafte,  and  earthquakes  rend 

The  ground,  and  defolation  fpread  : 
The  peft'lence  rage  does  wide  extend, 

And  fills  the  trembling  world  with  dread. 

3  That  Kingdom  for  the  Clergy  rais'd, 

(Chriftians  !  yet  ftrangers  to  the  crofs,) 
Their  former  grandeur  how  debas'd  ! 

Their  pomp's  brought  low,  their  power  is  loft  ! 
This  power  confum'd,  fhall  Chrift  deftroy 

When  in  His  brightnefs  he  fhall  come  : 
$Tis  people  all  fhall  fhout  for  joy, 

While  the  loud  voice  declares,  9(Tis  done, 

.4  Men  mock  the  Chriftians'  hopes,  and  cry, 
They're  idle  yifionarv  views; 


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CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  87 

They  build,  they  plant,  they  fell  and  buv,    . 

And  each  his  fav'rite  fcheme  purfues. 
See  how  iniquities  abound  ; 

The  love  of  many  waxes  cold  : 
Lukewarmnefs  in  the  church  is  found, 

And  faith's  a  rare  thing  to  behold. 

5  When  Lot  from  Sodom  haded  out, 

Till  he  was  fafe,  God's  vengeance  ftaid  : 
Then  ruin  wrapt  them  round  about, 

And  all  the  plain  in  afhes  laid  ! 
So,  when  each  eleft  foul's  brought  in, 

More  dreadful  vengeance  fhall  devour  : 
And  thofe  who  would  not  Chrift  fhould  reign, 

Shall  feel  the  terrors  of  his  power. 

6  And  fudden  as  the  thief  by  night, 
Chrift  unexpected  fhall  appear  : 

But  let  his  faints  with  patience  wait, 
For  their  redemption  now  draws  near. 

<c  Quickly  I  come,"  hear  him  declare.— 
He  comes  to  bring  his  people  home,  . 

Let's  join  the  church's  ardent  pray'r, 
Amen !  ev'nfo.  Lord  Je/us  come. 

SONG        LXVIL 

WH  Y  fhould  we  give  way  to  vain  fears  ? 
Why  ever  ungrateful  repine  ? 
In  God  truft,   and  banifh  your  cares, 

At  his  word  all  your  forrows  refign. 
Should  feas  roar,  and  tofs  round  the  world, 

And  hills  from  their  bafes  be  torn, 
Or  ftars  from  their  orbits  be  hurl'd, 
His  people  fure  need  never  mourn. 


88        •    CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

2  The  tempeft  which  rolls  at  his  word, 
At  h;s  bidding  finks  inftant  to  reft  : 

O'er  creation's  wide  bounds  he  is  Lord, 
His  people  he'll  fave  'midft  diftrefs, 

Their  rock  and  their  fortrefs  he'll  prove, 
Their  ftrength  and  their  refuge  he'll  be  : 

No  dangers  them  ever  fhall  move ; 
Their  fhield  and  their  fafeguard  is  he. 

3  He  laid  the  foundations  of  earth, 
And  daily  upholds  by  his  pow'r  ; 

He  fpoke,  and  the  heav'ns  had  their  birth, 
By  him  they're  upheld  till  this  hour. 

All  thefe  fhall  wax  old  and  decay, 
As  a  vefture  be  changed  they  fhall : 

At  his  prefence  they'll  vanifh  away, 
And  their  glories  before  him  fhall  fall. 

4  But  God  from  all  changes  fecure, 
No  end  of  his  years  fhall  be  known  : 

The  fame  he'll  forever  endure, 

And  eternity  all  is  his  own  ! 
His  glories  all  infinite  fhine, 

In  mercy  and  juftice  the  fame  : 
His  goodnefs  and  love  how  diviue  ! 

O  !  join  to  adore  his  great  name. 

5  All  erlory,  all.  honour,  and  praife, 
And  thanks  to  JEHOVAH  be  giv'n ; 

Ye  faints  your  glad  voices  all  raife, 
His  mercy,  is  higher  than  heav'n  ! 

To  Jefus  the  Lamb  who  was  (lain, 

The  redeem'd  ever  raife  their  glad  fongs ; 

Salvation  afcribe  unto  him  ; 

For  to  him  all  <tka  glory  belongs  ! 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  89 

SONG  LXVIIL 

WHEN  God  to  finners  firft  difplays 
The  glory  of  his  fov'reign  grace, 
So  wonderful  it  feems  to  them 
They  almoft  fear  'tis  all  a  dream. 

2  Shall  finners,  who  from  day  to  day 
Have  fpurn'd  his  grace,  and  gone  aftray, 
Yet  in  his  boundlefs  mercy  fliare, 

And  find  no  reafon  to  defpair  ! 

3  And  has  the  Man,  God's  Fellow ,  dy'd, 
And  all  his  juftice  fatisfy'd, — 

That  mercy  might  fiojv  free  to  thofe 
Who,  all  their  lire,  have  been  his  foes  ? 

4  Yes,  God's  well  pleafed  in  his  Son, 
Who  all  our  works  for  us  hath  done  : 
None  may  for  want  of  worth  complain, 
Since  Jefus  dy'd,  and  rofe  again. 

5  What  grace  !   v/hat  boundlefs  grace  is  this  ! 
Like  God,  and  God  alone  it  is  ! 

(The  vileft  in  his  name  may  truft) 
Whiles  he  forgives,  divinely  juft  ! 

6  Hence  fill'd  with  rapture,  we  his  praile 
In  grateful,  joyful  fongs  do  raife; 

And  foes  furpriz'd  fometimes  exclaim 

u  The  Lord  hath  done  great  things  for  them  !" 

Yes,  he  hath  done  great  things  for  us, 
of  We're  glad,  and  glory  thus  j 

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CHRISTIAN     SONGS, 

And  well  we  in  his  work  may  boaft, 
For  Jefus  dy'd  to  fave  the  loft  ! 

8  O  ftill  from  Satan's  bondage,  Lord 
Do  thou  deliverance  afford  : 

As  ftreams  enrich  the  barren  ground, 
So  let  thy  grace  in  us  be  found. 

9  And  as  we  need  it  more  and  more, 
May  we  ftill  fee  unbounded  ftore, 

Grace,  reigning  thro*  Chrift's  worth,  may  we 
For  us  ftill  all  fufiicient  fee, 

10  For  tho'  we  fow  in  tears,  ere  long 
No  figh  lliail  interrupt  our  fong  ! 
When  Chrifl  in  glory  fhall  appear, 
We'll,  joyful,  reap  without  a  tear. 

1 1  For  Chrift  the  man,  writh  power  to  fave, 
Did  go  forth  weeping  to  the  grave  5 

And  in  the  earth  this  precious  feed 
Himfelf,  the  grain  of  wheat,  was  laid. 

12  Now  glorious  fruit  from  him  doth  fpring. 
Which  hell  returning,  with  him  bring  j 

tri  that  glad  day  his  ranfom'd  throng, 
Full  of  his  joy,- 'fhall  come  along. 

13  He  comes  1  let  all  his  people  fay 
en — Ev'n  lb — Lord  come  away  ! 

Soon  may  thy  ftitsaves  be  gather'd  in, 
J  thy  expected  reign  begin. 

J 4  For  thou  (halt  reign  on  earth,   and  we 

e  Lord  to  reign  as  kings  with  thee  ; 
O  may  we  looking  for  that  day, 
rn  cycry  ether  hope  away. 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  91 

SONG         LXIX. 

MAN  like  a  flow'r  at  morn  appears, 
And  blooms  perhaps  a  few  fhort  years  : 
The  tiatt'rer  hope  (till  leads  him  on, 
Purfuing  pleafure,  finding  none  ; 
Or,  if  he  finds  it  for  a  day, 
It  foon  takes  wing  and  flies  away  ! 

2  Oft  things  which  promife  paffing  fair, 
Deceive,  and  yield  him  nought  but  care  : 
Cares  ever  various,  ever  new, 

Is  all  the  happieft  ever  knew; 
Comes  joy,  care  with  it  comes  along, 
And  fpoils  the  fyren's  fweeteft  fong  ! 

3  See  pleafure  with  bewitching  charms, 
Man  grafps  it  in  his  eager  arms  -> 

The  vifion  fwift  difiblves  in  air- 
He  grafps — but  finds  it  is  not  there ! 
The  airy  phantom  ftill  he  views, 
And  ftill  as  vainly  he  purfues  ! 

4  A  better  hope  the  Chriftian  chears, 
Which  joyful  thro'  life's  gloom  appears ; 
Firm  on  a  rock  his  hope  he  builds, 
Which  to  no  ftonnnor  tempeft  yields  ; 
Let  earth  diliblve — -he  will  not  fear, 
For  why,  his  hope's  not  fixed  here. 

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5  He  looks  to  heav'n,  where  every  joy 
Is  pure,  unmixed  with  alloy  ; 

\\ch  as  mortals,  never  knew, 
•ur'd  fancy  ever  drew  ; 
(hall  never  pafs  away, 
1  heav'n  and  earth  fhall  both  decay  I 


92  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

6  Tho'  here  afflidlions  do  annoy, 
There  forrow  fhall  be  turn'd  to  joy  ; 
Tho'  troubles  here  the  figh  do  raife, 
There's  nothing  heard  in  heav'n  but  praife  : 
Pleafures  paft  utterance  they  fhare, 

And  face  to  face  fee  Jefus  there  ! 

7  And  fhall  the  world's  deceitful  fmile 
Us  of  the  glorious  hope  beguile  ? 
Shall  we  earth's  empty  pleafures  prize, 
And  heav'n  feem  little  in  our  eyes  ? 
It  muft  not  be — vain  dreams  away, — 
Let's  look  for  joys  which  ne'er  decay. 

SONG         LXX. 

THIS  day,  we  call  to  memory, 
That  Chrift  the  Lord  for  us  did  die  : 
He  bore  the  curfe  us  to  relieve  ; 
And  dy'd,  that  we  might  ever  live. 

a  But  death  no  power  on  him  could  have  5 
For  death  he  conquer'd  and  the  grave  ; 
And  pafs'd  triumphantly  on  high, 
Where  now  he  reigns  eternally. 

3  This  day,  a  fign  to  us  is  giv'n, 
That  peace  is  now  enthron'd  in  heav'n  ; 
That  grace,  through  righteoufnefs  divine. 
Unto  eternal  life  doth  reign. 

4  Chrift  now  is  enter'd  to  his  reft  *y 
And  we  by  faith  in  him  are  bleft, 
"With  pardon  fr^c  and  heav'nly  peace  $ 
All  flowing  from  hi$  fov'reign  grace, 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  93 

5  By  this,  we  hope  a  bleft  releafe 

From  fin  and  death  ;  and  henceforth  ceafe 
To  work  for  life,  fince  Jefus  faid 
With  his  laft  breath,  'Tis  finijhed  ! 

6  Then  let  us  on  this  holy  day 
To  him  our  grateful  worfhip  pay  : 
On  his  eternal  worth  rely, 

And  love  and  ferve  him  chearfully« 

SONG         LXXI. 

HO  W  long  (hall  it  be,  e'er  thy  faints,  Lord,  with  thee, 
As  kings  and  as  priefts  exalted  (hall  reign  ? 
O  when  fhall  the  time  come  that  thou'lt  bring  them  all  home. 
With  thee  in  thy  glory  for  aye  to  remain. 

2  Here  ills  are  abounding,  and  dangers  furrounding, 
And  (brrows  perptexing  us,  day  after  day  : 

But  when  Chrift  appears,  he  will  dry  up  our  tears, 
O  !   Come  then  Lord  Jefus,  Come  quickly  away. 

3  No  fin  (hall  prevail,  no  temptations  aflail  ; 
No  evils  be  found,  no  doubts  (hall  re .nain  ; 
But  joys  (hall  abound,  and  peace  fmile  around  : 
And  holinefs  flourilh  when  Chrift  comes  again  ! 

4  No  pain's  there  remaining,  nor  caufe  of  complaining. 
But  pleafures  unbounded  (hail  flow  ever  there  : 

What  eye  hath  not  feen,  nor  our  thoughts  can  attain, 

True  lailing,  and  glorious  beyond  all  compare  ! 
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5  They'll  all  join  their  praifes,  with  joy  there  to  Jefus 
And  ^11  fing  the  worth  of  the  Lamb  who  was  (lain  ; 
They'll  ever  adore  him,  who  lov'd  and  dy'd  for  them, 
And  walft'd  their  robes  white,  that  with  him  they  might .  \  ign  ! 

SONG         LXXII. 


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A  I  L  !  hail  !   the  happy  wifVd  for  time, 
AY  hen  Jefus  fhall  appear  : 


94  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

When  the  laft  trumpet  loud  fhall  found, 
And  all  the  dead  fhall  hear. 

2  They'll  burft  the  bands  of  death  with  joy, 

And  loud  Hofannas  raife  : 
In  him  who  lov'd  them  they'll  rejoice, 
And  glorious  make  his  praifc. 

3  "  Thou  !  Thou  art  worthy"  ftill  fhall  be 

The  burden  of  their  fong ; 

cf  For  thou  redeem'd  us,  and  to  thee 

"  The  glory  doth  belong." 

4  We  hope  to  join  the  greatful  note, 

And  with  loud  triumph  fing, 
<c  Where  ?  where's  thy  vi&'ry  now,  O  grave  ! 
"  O  death  !  where  is  thy  (ling  ?" 

SONG        LXXIIL 

WHEN  pale  diftrefs  o'erfpreads  the  face, 
And  difmal  fears  of  death  take  place, 
What  then  fhall  foothe  the  troubled  breaft, 
And  give  th'  awaken'd  confcience  reft  ? 

When  life  is  to  a  period  brought, 
And  all  its  joys  not  worth  a  thought, 
What  is  it  then  can  calm  the  foul  ? 
And  what  our  doubts  and  fears  controul  ? 

a  Men  kt  our  worth  before  our  eyes, 
And  boaft  the  comforts  thenceVhich  rife  ; 
A  life  well  fpent,  they  fay  gives  joy, 
Which  death  nor  hell  can  ne'er  deftroy. 

But  where's  this  well  fpent  life  they  boaft  ? 
God's  law  once  feen,  man's  worth  is  loft  s 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  9$ 

God's  awful  juftice  loud  doth  found, 
And  dafh  our  boaliing  to  the  ground  ! 

3  Not  our  fincerity  of  heart, 

Nor  works,  nor  worth,  can  peace  impart : 
At  death  all  thefe  diflblve  in  air, 
Chrift's  worth  alone's  fufficient  there. 

Chrift's  blood,  and  only  bis  can  fave, 
And  make  us  conqu'rors  o'er  the  grave  : 
It  death  unflings,  and  fhows  us  how 
God  can  bcjujl  and  gracious  too  ! 

4  Hence  has  the  weak  and  timVous  foul 
Been  feen  to  triumph  at  the  goal  : 

And  neither  doubt  nor  terror  fhow, 
But  joy'd  to  feel  the  pulfe  beat  flow. 

How  have  they  joy'd  in  Jefus'  name 
His  worth  divine  their  darlins;  theme  ! 
Thro'  that  alone  expeft  the  crown, 
Then  fmile  at  death,  and  mock  his  frown  ! 

5  Thus  when  they  pafs  thro'  death's  dark  vale, 
In  vain  do  doubts  and  fears  aflail  ! 

Tl  e  Lord  is  with  his  people  there, 
His  rod  and  ftaff  their  comfort  are. 

O  when  to  us  thefe  fliades  appear, 
May  God  our  comforter  be  near, 
Make  ftrong  our  faith  as  life  decays, 
An  A  tune  our  dying  lips  to  praife  ! 

SONG         LXXIV. 

WHEN  God's  own  Son  from  heav'n  came 
And  tabernacled  here  below,  [down 

He  made  his  grace  and  mercy  known, 
Yet  ftood  expos'd  to  want  and  woe  ' 


96  CHRISTIAN     SONGS, 

Defpis'd  and  deftitute  was  he, 

He  who  the  earth's  foundations  laid  : 

Beads  found  a  fhelter,  birds  a  fhade, 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  his  head  ! 

2  Yet  man  prefumptuous  dares  complain, 
When  forrows  come,  or  wants  afiail ; 

Th'  Eternal  fov'reign  thev  arraign, 
And  think  his  tender  mercies  fail. 

But  why  complain,  is'tnot  enough 
The  fervant  as  his  Lord  appear  ? 

Thro'  fuff'ring  he  was  perfect  made, 
We  (fuff'ring  too)  his  blifs  fhall  fiiare, 

3  O  ye  of  little  faith  look  up, 

See,  carelefs,  fly  the  birds  of  air, 
Nor  barns,  nor  flore-houfes  have  they, 

Yet,  ev'n  of  thofe  doth  God  take  care. 
The  very  flow'rs  which  deck  the  field ; 

And  Ihine  more  bright  than  kings  e'er  Hione, 
Tho'  foon  they  fade,  yet  God  them  cloaths  •> 

Is  man  forgot  then, — man  alone  ? 

4  When  Ifrael  out  of  Egypt  came 

By  God's  ftrong  arm,  and  wonders  great, 
When  hunger  threatened,  their  faith  fail'd, 

"  Can  God,  they  faid,  give  fiefn  to  eat  ?" 
Ev'n  Mofes  afk'd   iC  where  fliall  we  find 

cf  Food  for  the  crouds  which  here  refort  ?" 
God  check'd  his  doubts  with  this  reply 

iC  Say,  is  your  Maker's  hand  wax'd  fhort  ?" 

5  Ev'n  while  they  murmur d  he  them  feci  ! — 
We  have  been  fed,  and  murmur'd  rco  ; 

For  food  and  raiment  oft  repin'd, 

Yet  we  have  been  fed  and  clotlvd  till  now. 


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CHRISTIAN     SONG  S 

And  is  his  hand  now  waxed  fhort  ? 

Away  our  doubts  and  fears  away  ; 
The  lillies  grow  and  birds  are  fed, — 

His  people  are  nor  lefs  than  they. 

SONG        LXXV. 

WHEN  Ifr'el  finn'd  againft  their  God, 
His  awful  wrath  began  to  flame  j 
He  lent  his  pow'rful  word  abroad, 
And  fiery  ferpents  inflant  came  -y 
Fierce  pain  afTaii'd  the  guilty  hoft  around, 
And  all  attempts  of  cure  were  fru kiefs  found. 

2  When  God  does  wound,  there's  none  but  he 
Relief  can  to  the  wounded  give  $ 

'Tis  he  who  fets  the  captive  free, 

And  bids  defpairing  wretches  live  ! 
He  fpeaks  5   and  peace,  and  gladnefs  fill  the  foul, 
And  mercy  flows  to  man  without  controul. 

3  He  faid  to  Mofes  gracioufly, 

cc  Go  thou,  a  brazen  ferpent  make, 
iC  And  on  a  pole  exalt  it  high, 

cc  And  let  the  guilty  comfort  take  : 
"  Whoever  looks  to  that  fhall  quickly  know 
"  'Tis  God  who  wounds,  and  he  does  health  bellow." 

4  But  ye  redeemed,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
And  fee,  what  Mofes  faintly  fhows, 

Chrift  lifted  up  for  finners  dies  ! 

To  fave  from  death  rebellious  foes  ! 
Whoe'er,  believing,  looks  to  him  (hall  live ; 
Eternal  life  is  his  alone  to  give. 

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93  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

5  The  world  he  came  not  to  condemn, 
As  guilty  mortals  well  might  fear; 

But  peace  and  pardon  to  proclaim  ; 

This  was  his  gracious  errand  here. 
Our  works  he  wrought — and  juftice  fatisfy'd, 
For  ushe  groan'd,  and  in  our  (lead  he  dy'd, 

6  Let  the  proud  boafter  vainly  think, 
By  his  own  merit  God  to  pleafe ; 

Or  that  Chrift's  work  is  not  enough, 
To  give  the  guilty  confcience  eafe. 
May  that  alone  for  ever  be  our  boaft, 
Thro'  life  our  glory,  and  in  death  our  trull. 

SONG        LXXVI. 

HEN  Chrift  in  poverty  appear'd,     [flain, 
Was  crown'd  with  thorns,  and  fcourg'd,  and 
Man's  understanding  was  declar'd, 
And  all  his  boafled  wifdom,   vain. 

a  His  haughty  pride,  alarm'd,  cry'd  out.; 

"  Shall  this  defpis'd  One,  o'er  us  reign  ? 
iQ  By  him,  who  thus  inglorious  dy'd, 

"  Muft  wre  the  divine  favour  gain  ? 

3  cc  What,  fhall  that  worth  all  men  admire, 
"  Which  we  rejoice  to  call  our  own, 

4C  With  God  be  deem'd  a  thing  moft  vile, 
u  And  all  who  truft  it  be  undone  ? 

4  cc  Shall  he  who  is  all  goodnefs,  e'er 
cc  Our  aims  to  pleafe  him  thus  contemn  ? 

c*  Mud  we  with  thieves  and  murd'rers  ftand^ 
c<  As  much  oblig'd  to  grace  as  them  !" 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  99 

5  That  boafted  dignity  of  foul 

In  which  man  glories,  fh udders  here  ; 
Rcas'ners,  and  Pharifees,  take  arms> 
As  if  God  would  unjuft  appear, 

6  Let  them  prefumptuous  ft  111  go  on, 
And  glory  in  their  fancy'd  worth  ; 

We'll  boaft  the  work  which  Jeius  wrought, 
And  bearing  his  reproach,  go  forth  I 

7  However  foolifh  God's  way  feems,. 
'Tis  wifer  than  Man's  wifdom  far  :. 

More  ftrong  is  his  weak  way  to  fave, 
Than  all  their  fchemes  of  fafety  are, 

8  He  fcorns  the  things  men  moft  admire. 
And  chufes  what  they  moft  defpife  ; 

The  weak,  the  mighty  to  abafe  -, 
The  foolifh,  to  confound  the  wife  ! 

9  The  vallies  rais'd — the  hills  brought  low, 
Before  him  all  men  equal  ftand  : 

To  whom  he  will,  he  mercy  fhews, 
For  none  deferve  it  at  his  hand  ! 

10  But  Jefus  dying  faid  cc  'Tis  done," 
And  God  approv'd — this  gives  relief 

Ev'n  to  the  vileft, — for  he  dy'd 
For  finners,  and  of  fuch  the  chief. 

1 1  Here's  worth  divine  in  which  to  truft, 
Whoe'er  will  boaft,  come  glory  here  -, 

Here  God  can  boundlefs  mercy  fhow, 
And  yet  divinely  juft  appear  ! 

SONG         LXXVII. 

THE  victim's  flefh,  without  the  camp, 
Was  burnt,  as  ftain'd  with  fin  $ 


ioo  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

Whofe  blood  was  for  atonement  brought, 
The  holy  place  within. 

a  So  Chrift,  that  by  his  blood  he  might 

His  people  fanftify, 
Loaded  with  guilt,  without  the  gate, 

Was  led  to  groan  and  die. 

3  Tho'  his  pure  heart,  when  tempted  much, 

Ne'er  lodg'd  an  impious  thought  5 
Yet  fov'reign  grace,  the  fins  of  all 
His  people,  on  him  brought. 

4  The  earthly  church,  tho'  ill  they  meant, 

Did  yet  confpire  to  fhew, 
(By  loading  him  with  heinous  crimes) 
He  was  the  vi&im  true. 

5  With  crimes  their  own,  not  his,  they  did 

The  Juft  One  villify  ; 
With  felons  vile,  they  led  him  forth, 
A  felon's  death  to  die. 

6  Thus  the  reproaches  of  our  crimes 

Againft  the  Higheft  done, 
Not  whence  they  came,  fell  back  j — but  fell 
All  on  the  Holy  One. 

7  But  {hall  we,  dare  we,  join  his  foes, 

By  low'ring  our  cfteem  '• 
Of  him,  becaufe  heftoop'd  fo  low 
Such  wretches  to  redeem  ? 

3  Nay,  rather  let  us  leave  the  camp, 

And  unto  him  go  forth, 
Bearing  our  honour,  his  reproach, 

And  glory  in  his  worth. 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  iox 

9  Becaufe  the  fov'reign  judge  of  worth 

Hath  put  the  highefl  price 
On  his  abatement,  and  hath  made 
Him  Lord  of  Paradife. 

10  Deign'd  he  to  come  io  nigh  to  us. 

As  not  to  count  it  fhame, 
To  call  us  brethren  ?  Should  we  blufli 
At  ought  that  bears  his  name  ? 

1 1  Nay,  let  us  bGaft  in  his  reproach, 

And  glory  in  his  Crofs  : 
When  he  appears,  one  fmile  from  him 
Will  far  o'erpay  our  lofs. 

SONG        LXXVIII. 

COME  brethren,  lift  up  your  fouls,  tune  your 
And  praife  the  author  of  your  being  ;  (voices, 
Th'  angelic  long  the  heav'nly  hoft  rejoices, 
Swift  to  his  praife,  to  his  will  ftill  on  the  wing. 
Hail  !  bleft  throng, 
For  your  tongue 
Still  is  ftrung 
To  the  Jong, 
That  his  mercy  endureth  for  ever. 

2  To  him  who  made  thefe  glorious  hods,  celeftial 
habitants, 
To  praife  him,   and  fhew  forth  his  glory, 
To  minifter  around,  as  guardians  to  his  faints. 
Sojourning  in  this  lower  ftory. 
Heav'ns  refcund 
To  his  name, 

I      2 


102  CHRISTIAN    SONGS. 

With  the  found 
Of  the  theme, 
That  his  mercy  endureth  for  ever. 

3  To  him  who  inhabits  eternity,  who  made 
This  beauteous  world,  and  yon  glorious  heav'n, 

Who  bade  to  fhine  yon  glorious  orbs  which  roll 

around  your  head ; 
And  meafure  out  the  morn  and  ev'n, 

Whilft  ye  gaze 

On  his  ways, 

Tune  your  lays 

To  his  praife, 
For  his  mercy  endureth  forever. 

4  To  him  who  from  eternity  bore  us  upon  his  heart ; 
His  love,  like  himfelf,  is  eternal  -y 

Who  bare  all  our  fins,  and  felt  the  wrathful  fmart, 
From  God,  wicked  men,  powers  infernal. 

For  his  love, 

Moil  profound, 

Still  doth  move, 

Knows  no  bound, 
Yea  his  mercy  endureth  for  ever. 

5  To  him  that  united  his  god-head  to  our  nature, 
When  wretched,  accurfed,  abandon'd,  forlorn, 

Still  he's  God,  ftill  he's  man,  (myfterious  matter,) 
Who  to  own  his  brotherhood  doth  not  fcorn. 

The  curfe  he, 

On  the  tree, 

Bore  that  we, 

Might  be  free  ; 
For  his  mercy  endureth  for  ever. 

6  Reviled,  reje&ed,  defpifed,  contemned, 
Affli&ed,  yea  poor  as  a  beggar, 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  103 

Perfecuted,  perverted,  arraigned,  condemned, 
His  cordial  was  gall  and  vinegar; 

Crucify'd 

Twixt  two  thieves, 

There  he  dy'd, 

Who  e'er  lives  ; 
For  his  mercy  endureth  for  ever. 

SONG        LXXIX. 

WHAT  tho'  thefe  bodies  fhall  decay, 
And  moulder  into  dull  ? 
What  tho'  this  world  fhall  pais  away, 
As  all  its  glories  mull  ? 

2  Why  let  them  pafs, 'Tis  nought  to  us  ; 

In  heav'n  our  treafure  lies; 

Our  hope  is  there there's  all  our  truft, 

Where  joys  unfading  rife. 

3  New  heav'ns  and  earth  we  hope  to  fee, 

Where  Jefus  ever  reigns  ; 
Where  nothing  hurtful  e'er  fhall  be  ; 
No  forrow, — fin, — nor  pains. 

4  Our  eyes  no  more  then  dim'd  with  tears ; 

No  fear  fhall  there  be  found  : 
Nor  figh  be  heard,  when  Chrift  appears  5 
But  endlefs  jo^s  abound. 

5  We'll  chearful  bid  thefe  fcenes  adieu, 

Which  worldly  men  molt  prize  : 
We've  other  glories  in  our  view, 
Glories  beyond  the  fkies : 


io4  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

6  Glories  which  never  Jhall  decay ,, 

But  evermore  remain  ; 
While  endlefs  ages  pafs  away, 
Beginning  to  begin. 

7  Thefe  are  the  times  when  Chriftians  yet 

Shall  blifs  unbounded  fhare  $ 
Let  all  who  for  this  mercy  wait, 
To  meet  their  God  prepare. 

8  For  lo  !  he  comes  !  Loud  anthems  raife ; 

Be  his  great  name  ador'd  : 
May  our  laft  theme  be  Jefus'  praife; 

Our  fong,  cf  Come  quickly,  Lord  :" 

SONG         LXXX. 

WE  who  need  mercy  every  hour, 
And  by  compaflions  ftand, 
Should  fhew  that  mercy  to  the  poor 
Which  Jefus  doth  command  : 

2  In  evidence  that  we  have  fled 

For  mercy  to  his  blood  •, 
To  bow'ls  of  grace,  which  flow  in  the 
Companions  of  our  God. 

3  Think  what  your  need  of  mercy  was, 

When  all  your  merit  vain 
You  faw, — and  all  mere  lofs  and  dung ; 
How  fweet  was  mercy  then  ? 

4  Show  forth  a  fenfe  of  all  that  grace  j 

Regard  the  widow's  plaint : 
With  mercy  meet  the  hunger-ttarv'd, 
Whole  faces  fpeak  their  want. 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  105 

5  Chrift  in  his  members  afks  your  alms  3 

Speaks  in  his  brethren's  cries  : 
The  widow's  wail  his  language  is  -, 
And  orphans  figh  his  fighs. 

6  The  lonely  widow,  defolate, 

With  chearfulnefs,  relieve ; 
The  fatherlefs  commiferate  -, 
Bread  to  the  hungry  give. 

7  See !  how  the  hufbandman  his  fttd 

With  lib'ral  hand  doth  fow, 
In  hope  of  gladniruj  harveft,  when 

His  barns  with  wealth  fhall  flow; 

8  So,  we  a  glorious  harveft  hope : 

Sow  fparingly  no  more  $ — 
We  hope  to  reap  eternal  life> 
A  never  failing  ftore  I 

SONG         LXXXI. 

COME  with  united  voices  raife 
Your  chearful  fongs  of  grateful  praife ; 
And  wide  proclaim  the  boundlefs  grace 
Of  Jefus,  King  of  glory! 

a  He  bow'd  the  heavens,  and  came  down, 
And  left  for  us  th'  eternal  throne  -, 
For  all  our  fins  he  did  atone, 
That  we  might  fhare  his  glory  ! 

1  He  who  the  heav'ns  and  earth  did  make, 
Humbled  himfelf  ev'n  for  our  fake  ; 
And  did  the  human  nature  take  j 
Thus  vailing  all  his  glory  ! 


io6  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

4  A  man  of  forrows  he  became, 
And  bore  for  us  contempt  and  fhame, 
While  he  falvation  did  proclaim ; 

And  pav'd  our  way  to  glory  ! 

5  For  finners  deftitute  and  poor, 
He  did  God's  fierceft  wrath  endure, 
That  he  our  pardon  might  procure, 

And  lead  us  into  glory  ! 

6  On  him  his  people's  guilt  was  laid ; 
For  them  he  bow'd  his  gracious  head  y 
And  divine  juftice  frown'd  him  dead, 

E're  we  could  fhare  his  giory  I 

7  Tho'  well  he  knew  the  dreadful  fum 
That  muft  be  paid,  he  faid,  cc  I  come  $"' 
He  fhrunk  not  back,  till  all  was  done, 

To  bring  loft  man  to  glory  ! 

8  His  work's  compleat !  nought  wanting  found  ! 
Here  mercy  flows,  and  knows  no  bound  s 

And  all  his  faints  fhall  yet  be  crown'd, 
To  reign  with  him  in  glory  ! 

9  O  !  let  us  then  with  tranfport  raife 
Our  loudeft  fongs  of  grateful  praife  ; 
And  evermore  adore  the  grace 

Which  freely  leads  to  glory  ! 

SONG        LXXXII. 

TH  I  S  is  the  day  on  which  the  Lord 
Who  loved  us,  and  gave 
Himfelf  a  facrifice  for  us, 

Was  raifed  from  the  grave. 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  107 

2  He  brought  with  him  the  peace  divine 

By  his  own  blood  procur'd ; 
The  world  can  give  no  peace  like  this, 
By  his  life  well  fecur'd. 

3  Death's  pangs,  about  the  prince  of  life, 

As  waves  againft  a  rock 
Did  dafh  themfelves, — and  broken  were; 
For  he  could  bear  the  ftiock. 

4  Death  could  not  hold  the  Son  of  God, 

Nor  could  that  Holy  One 
Corruption  fee,  whofe  worth  our  fins 
Could  expiate  alone. 

5  The  Father  refting  in  his  love, 

To  life  the  Son  hath  rais'd  ; 
As  light  from  fire,  fo  fhin'd  he  forth 
From  wrath  divine  appeas'd. 

6  His  merit  infinite  prevail'd; 

His  blood  again  him  brought 
From  all  the  wrath  our  fins  deferv'd, 
And  our  redemption  wrought. 

7  The  Holy  Spirit  quickened  him, 

The  firlt  born  of  the  dead  ; 
And  all  that  power  which  works  in  us, 
He  fhew'd  firft  in  our  Head. 

8  Then  let  us  hate  the  fins  which  caus'd 

The  dying  of  our  Lord  ; 

Let  us  rejoice  in  him  our  life, 

And  in  his  praife  accord. 

9  God's  mercies  we  will  ever  fing  . 

Good-will  gave  him  to  die; 


io8  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

Complaifance  raifed  him  again ; 
To  reign  eternally  ; 

10  He  lives  for  ever  as  our  Prieft, 
Our  Prophet,  and  our  King, 

On  Zion  mount,  where  glory  lliines  ; 
And  there  he  will  us  bring. 

ii   Thro'  him  our  accefs  unto  God 

By  faith  is  bold  and  free  ; 
Thro'  him  the  Father's  near  to  us  ; 

His  Sp'rit  gives  liberty, 

12  H'/s  life  on  the  right  hand  of  God, 

The  pledge  is  of  our  life, 
When  he  returns  again,  and  ends 
The  long  continued  ftrife^ 

13  By  putting  death  and  all  our  foes 

Beneath  our  feet,  and  us 
Advancing  high  to  reign  with  him 
In  life  moft  glorious. 

14  Then  let  us  look  for  him  with  whom 

Our  life  is  fafe  and  fure  ; 
And  let  us  die  to  this  vain  life ; 
And  patiently  endure, 

15  Till  he  who  is  our  life  appear.; 

And  then  fhall  we  with  him 
In  glory  fhine  ;   and  endlefs  joy 
Shall  fill  our  fouls  to  briro. 

SONG        LXXXIII. 


G 


LORY  to  God,,  now  mercy  reigns 
For  ever  on  the  throne  j 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.         '109 

And  grace  flows  free,  thro'  Jefus'  worth, 
To  finners,  who  have  none, 

1  His  blood  can  cleanfe  from  ev'ry  fin  , 

His  worth  gives  fure  relief : 
'Twas  finners  whom  he  came  to  fave, 

And  ev'n  of  them  the  chief. 

3  'Tis  not  by  any  worth  of  ours, 

Nor  works  which  we  have  done, 
That  God  is  pleas'd  -, — He's  pleas'd  alone 
In  his  beloved  Son. 

4  No  facrifice  which  man  could  bring, 

Could  calm  the  guilty  breaft ; 
But  Chrift  compleat  atonement  made  : 
This,  only  This,  gives  reft. 

5  He  is  the  rock  eftablifh'd  fure 

On  which  firm  hope  to  build  : 
Hell's  utmoft  malice  threats  in  vain, 

While  he's  our  ftrength  and  fhield. 

6  His  work  is  perfeft,  and  outweighs 

Guilt's  aggravating  load  ! 
Infinite  virtue's  in  his  blood, 
For  'tis  the  blood  of  God  ! 


SONG         LXXXIV. 

HOW  glorious  is  thy  name 
Thro'  all  the  ranfom'd  hoft, 
O  worthy  Lamb  ! — who  came ,  &  /***£ 
To  feek  and  fave  the  loft  ! 
K 


o 


no  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

a  Thou  art  beyond  compare 

Moft  precious  in  our  fight  !  -L 

Than  fons  of  men  more  fairi  fy-A^ 
And  infinite  in  might !     ^ 

3  Thy  perfect  work  divine 

Makes  us  for  ever  bleft  :    *np^iztJL+Sm 

Here  truth  and  mercy  fhine  ;  ji'iSyjflnii   "%  \< 
And  men  with  God  do  reft,,'  * 

4  Thy  ways  are  far  above 

The  ways  of  men,  O  God  ! 
Above  their  thoughts  thy  love, 
In  -faving  by  thy  blood. 

5  Let  us  count  all  things  lofs 

That  Jefus  we  may  win  : 
Let's  glory  in  his  crofs,  fa^ty*-* 
And  leave  the  paths  of  fin. 

6  In  him  let  us  rejoice  ! 

Salvation  he  hath  wrought: 
Be  his  commands  our  choice  \  pt^'ty*' 
For  with  his  blood  we're  bought. 

SONG        LXXXV. 

THUS  faith  the  church's  Head, 
Judge  of  the  quick  and  dead, 

Quickly  I  come  : 
Let  my  redeemed  pray, 
O  Lord  !  make  no  delays 
Haften  that  happy  day  : 

Lord,  quickly  comCc 


CHRISTIAN    SONGS.  in 

2  "  -  i  us,  with  one  accord, 
Shout* our  returning  Lord  ; 

Welcome  him  near  : 
Soon  ftall  he  come  again  ; 
Soon  fhall  begin  his  reign  ; 
Soon  ihall  his  foes  be  (lain  ; 

Soon  he'll  appear,- 
•** 

3  Earthquakes  and  ftorms  attend  ; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  mountains  rend  ; 

Who  fhall  abide  ? 
Heav'ns  melt,  and  thunders  roar  ; 
Seas  rage  and  rend  the  fhore  ; 
Hope  finks,  to  rife  no  more  ; 

Rocks-cannot  hide,r 

4  See  how  the  lightnings  blaze  ! 
Jefus  his  wrath  difplays  ; 

Vengeance  appears  : 
Lift  up  your  heads  with  joy, 
Ye  fuff 'ring  company  ; 
Now  your  redemption's  nigh  : 

Banifh  your  fears. 

5  Jefus  who  dy'd  for  fins, 
Now  in  his  glory  lhines, 

Claiming  his  own  : 
"  Father,  I  will  (faith  he) 
"  Thofe  thou  haft  given  me, 
if  Should  all  my  glory  fee, 

"  Sharing  my  throne," 

6  Well  may  the  ranfom'd  throng 
Make  iov'reign  grace  their  fong, 

Mercy  adore  : 


ii2  CHRISTIAN     SONGS, 

For  all  their  works  are  done 
By  him  who  fills  the  throne  j 
Praife  to  the  Lamb  alone 

For  evermore. 

7  Now  fhall  the  fcarlet, whore 
Shed  blood  of  faints  no  more  ; 

Boafting  her  flain  : 
Now  wrath  has  fill'd  her  cup  ; 
Now  fhe  drinks  vengeance  up  > 
Torments,  devoid  of  hope  •> 

Endlefs  her  pain. 

SONG     LXXXVI.     Rev.  xix.  16. 

HEN  the  King  of  Kings  comes, 
When  the  King  of  Kings  comes  $ 
We  fhall  have  a  joyful  day, 

When  the  King  of  Kings  comes. 

2  We'll  fee  the  righteous  caufe  prevail, 
And  all  debates  decided  well, 

And  all  mouths  ftop'd  which  lies  do  tell  ; 
When  the  King  of  Kings  comes. 

3  When  the  crump  of  God  calls, 
And  the  3 ait  of  foes  falls  ; 

We  fhall  have  a  joyful  day, 

When  the  King  of  Kings  comes. 

4  We'll  fee  the  faints  rais'd  from  the  dead, 
And  all  together  gathered, 

And  made  like  to  their  glorious  Plead  ; 
When  the  King  of  Kings  comes. 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  113 

5  When  the  Lord  from  heaven  comes, 
And  the  hofl  of  heaven  comes  j 

We  fhall  have  a  joyful  day, 

When  the  King  of  Kings  comes. 

6  We'll  fee  the  nations  broken  down, 
Ev'n  kingdoms  now  of  great  renown, 
And  the  faints  enjoy  the  crown  ; 

When  the  King  of  Kings  comes, 

7  When  this  world's  courfe  is  run, 
And  the  judgment  is  begun  ; 
We  fhall  have  a  joyful  day, 

When  the  King  of  Kings  comes. 

8  We'll  fee  the  fons  of  God  well  known. 
All  fpotlefs  to  their  Father  fhown, 

And  Jefus  his  poor  brethren  own ; 
When  the  King  of  Kings  comes. 

9  When  the  foes  diftrefs  comes, 
And  the  Church's  reft  comes  -, 
We  (hall  have  a  joyful  day, 

When  the  King  of  Kings  comes. 

io  We'll  fee  the  man  of  fin  deftroy'd, 
And  all  his  helpers  fore  annoy'd, 
And  freedom  full  by  faints  enjoy'd  ; 
When  the  King  of  Kings  comes. 

ii  We'll  fee  the  New  Jcrufalem, 
It  fullnefs,  and  its- matchleis  frame, 
Surpafling  all  report  and  fame  ; 
When  the  King  of  Kings  comes, 

K    a 


ii4  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

12  We'll  fee  all  things  by  him  reftor'd, 
And  the  Lord  alone  ador'd, 
By  all  the  faints  with  one  accord  ; 
When  the  King  of  Kings  comes. 

SONG         LXXXVII. 

OND'ROUS  patience  towards  them, 
Who  do  (till  prophane  thy  name, 
Thou  art  fhewing  ;  yet  the  more 
Thanklefs  we  provoke  !  therefore 

What  is  man  that  thou  ihould'ft  mind. 
Such  a  wretch  in  fuch  a  kind  ! 

2  Abufed  patience,  into  wrath 
Should  be  turn'd,  all  reafon  faith ; 

And  rich  goodnefs  ftill  defpis'd, 
Should  bring  us  to  hell  iurpris'd. 

What  is  man  that  thou  fhould'fl  mind, 
Such  a  wretch  in  fuch  a  kind  ! 

3  Yet  thy  mercy  ent'red  in, 
Mercy  great,  forgiving  fin  ; 

And;  when  fin  did  much  abound, 
More  abundant  grace  wTas  found  : 

What  is  man  that  thou  fhould'il  mind, 
Such  a  wretch  in  fuch  a  kind  ! 

4  Where  fin  reigned  unto  death, 
Conquering  grace  gives  life  and  breath 

"To  love  divine, — and  Jefus  reigns 
O'er  the  fruit  of  ail  his  pains. 

What  is  man  that  thou  fhould'ft  mind> 
Such  a  wretch  in  fuch  a  kind  ! 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  115 

5  For  his  foul  did  travail  lore, 
To  bring  forth  to  God  full  ftore 

Of  living  fons,  that  he  the  firlt 

Born  from  the  dead,  fhould  rule  the  reft. 
What  is  man  that  thou  fhould'ft  mind, 
Such  a  wretch  in  fuch  a  kind  ! 

6  Juftice  faith  that  we  fhould  live, 

And  to  our  redeemer  give  ^ 

Tribute  due  of  thanks  and  praife, 
Singing  in  his  righteous  ways. 

What  is  man  that  thou  fhouldTt  mind, 
Such  a  wretch  in  fuch  a  kind  ! 

7  Is  it  not  our  fervice  due 

To  his  yoke  our  necks  to  bow  ? 
After  him  the  crofs  to  bear, 

Whofe  crofs  frees  us  from  all  fear  ? 

What  is  man  that  thou  fhould'ft  mind, 

Such  a  wretch  in  fuch  a  kind  ! 

SONG        LXXXVIIL 

WHEN  I,  a  finner,  think  on  death, 
It  yields  me  great  relief, 
That  Chrift  endur'd  the  crofs,  and  dy'd 
For  finners,  ev'n  the  chief. 

1  And  that  he  rofe,  and  comes  again, 
Full  fraught  with  life  and  pow'r, 

To  raife  our  bodies,   that  they  may 
Corruption  fee  no  more. 

3  But  I  am  puzzled  (till  to  think, 
When  all  our  members  die^ 


n6  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

How  thefe  our  fpirits,  feparate, 
Can  either  live  or  be. 

4  Since  our  fouls'  life  confifts  in  thought  -, 

How  can  we  further  think, 
When  all  our  inftruments  of  thought 
Are  utterly  extindt  ? 

5  Fear  not,  faith  Jefus,  follow  me, 

I  paft  that  ftate  before  -, 

The  glory  round  me  to  your  fouls 

A  clothing  fhall  reftore. 

6  Your  fouls  departing  truft  to  me, 

And  to  my  care  commend  : 
Death's  keys  I  have  ;  and  from  it's  fling 
I  can  your  fouls  defend. 

7  When  this  your  houfe  of  earth's  diflblv'd, 

You  fhall  not  naked  be  ; 

A  houfe  eternal  in  the  heav'ns 

Shall  cover  you  with  me. 

8  Abundant  entrance  I'll  give  you 

Into  my  kingdom  blefs'd, 
There  prefent  to  abide  with  me, 
Of  heav'nly  houfe  poffefs'd. 

9  Think  how  the  moon's  opacous  globe, 

And  how  the  planets  bright, 
A  being  have  among  the  orbs 
"Who  minifter  the  light. 

jo  Do  they  not  Ihine,  by  dwelling  in 

The  bright,  the  living  rays, 
Which  that  reiulgenc  o;b,  the  Tun, 

Thro'  all  the  world  dii^la-s. 


CHRISTIAN    SONGS.  117 

1 1  So  you  by  me,  the  fount  of  light, 

The  fun  of  righteoufhefs, 
As  lefler  lights,  with  borrow'd  rays, 
Shall  fliine  in  holinefs. 

12  Our  body's  abfence  is  no  lofs  : 

For,  faith  his  faithful  word,. 
That  abfence  fully  is  fupply'd 
By  prefence  with  the  Lord. 

13  Our  mortal  fhall  be  cloath'd  upon 

With  immortality ; 
Mortality  fhall  fwallowed  be 
Of  life  eternally. 

14  And  in  due  time,  when  loos'd  from  death; 

Our  bodies  alfo  fhall 
Within  thefe  manfions,  near  the  Lord, 
Refide  thro'  ages  all. 

15  While  in  this  houfe  then,  let  us  live 

Unto  the  Lord,  that  when 
He  comes  in  glory,  we  with  him 
May  ever  live. — Amen. 

SONG         LXXXIX. 

SE  E  the  bright  morning  ftar, 
Shoots  his  beams  from  afar, 
And  ufhers  the  day  from  on  high  ! 
Now  the  night  flees  away, 
Now  the  fhadows  decay, 
And  the  morning  of  glory  draws  nigh. 

1  O  ye  Chriftians  keep  guard, 

That  ye  be  not  o'erpowVd, 

With  forfeits,  and  cares  of  this  world  ; 


ii*  CHRISTIAN     SONGS. 

-tand  ye  faft  and  be  ftrong, 

Midft  the  foes  you're  among, 

Till  vengeance  on  them  fhall  be  hurl'd.. 

3  Then  exalted  on  high, 
Like  the  ftars  in  the  fky, 
In  glory  forever  you'll  fhine  ; 
For  the  Saviour  you'll  fee, 
Who  expir'd  on  the  tree, 
Ev'n  Jefus  the  man  all  divine.* 


SONG        XC. 

TH  E  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns, 
Praife  him  in  lofty  ftrains, 

He  reigns  above  $ 
Nought  can  his  kingdom  fhake, 
Nor  ever  from  it  take 

His  Father's  love. 
The  powers  of  earth  and  hell, 
With  wrath  and  anger  ffiaell,    ** 
Becaufe  his  brethren  tell? 

Their  Lord  is  King. 


2  But  all  their  mighty  noife, 
Can't  marr  his  people's  joys, 

In  him  their  King  ; 
Angels  with  them  combine, 
And  all  together  join, 

Of  him  to  fing  ; 
For  he's  their  only  light, 
Of  God  the  image  bright, 
And  he  {hall  rule  with  might, 

Eternal  King. 


CHRISTIAN     SONGS.  119 

3  His  foes  do  fret  in  vain, 
His  pow'r  he  will  maintain, 

As  Lord  of  all : 
He  foon  will  rend  the  fkies, 
With  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 

And  crufh  them  alls 
The  faints  fhall  then  appear, 
Their  Lord's  own  likenefs  wear, 
Deliver'd  from  all  fear, 

By  Chrift  their  King. 

4  That  day  will  foon  arrive ; 
By  faith  then  let  us  live, 

In  Chrift  our  Lord ; 
Nor  care  for  poverty, 
But  joy  becaufe  that  he 

Gives  us  his  word. 
That  when  he  comes  again, 
All  who  the  fight  maintain, 
With  him  on  earth  fhall  reign  ; 

For  Chrift  is  King. 


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ELEGIES. 

ELEGY        I. 

WH  t  Tu  n  °"r  ,ife  in  this  vain  world  ? 
At  belt,  but  as  a  taper, 

Then^n^ 

2  ^  ^0l![.care^  as  vain  our  hopes, 

And  boaftings  of  to-morrow: 
We  mind  not    that,  thro'  fin,  we're  born 
■l  o  trouble  and  to  fbrrow. 

3  The  breath  of  life  is  ftill  expos'd 
A„h  1°  man>lthou^nd  dangers  j 
And  death  is  fure  :  the  cafe  know  well, 

Nor  to  the  cure  be  ftrangers. 

4  Incline  the  ear  and  come  to  me ; 

Yn     *™  f°V!?  ^l  live  in  hearing: 
Vour  life  is  hid  with  me  in  God,    * 
Keferv'd  to  my  appearing. 

5  FCZu0t>  Jrtam  ^at  living  One, 

•   Who  unfting'd  deat£  by  dyin*  • 
Take  up  your  crofs,  relieve  the  poor 
Me  follow,  fdf-denying.     P 


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i22  E    L    E    G    I    E    S.. 

6.  For  fee,  I  live  for  evermore, 

From  death's  hand  to  receive  you, 

To  reign  in  endlefs  life  with  me  : 

My  word  fhall  ne'er  deceive  you. 

7  Then,  death,  where  is  thy  fling  ?  O  grave^ 

Where  is  thy  mighty  conqueft  ? 
Thy  fting  is  fin  -,  its  ftrength  the  law  : 

The  crpfs  thy  pow'r  hath  vanquifh'd. 

3  Our  fouls  to  thee  we  do  commend, 

Lord -of  the  dead  and  living  : 
la  life  and  death  we'll  cleave  to  thee ; 

None  periih  thee  believing* 

ELEGY         II. 

RAPT  in  the  fhades  of  death  !  no  more 
That  friendly  face  1  fee  ; 
Empty,  ah  !  empty  every  place, 
Once  fo  well  fill'd  by  thee. 

a  What  made  thy  comely  prefence  deai\ 

My  heart  with  forrow  fwells  ; 
Yet  what  endear'd  thee  mod  entire, 

With  us  forever  dwells. 

3  The  truth  divine  did  live  in  thee; 

That  truth  fhall  never  die  ; 
What  breath'd  fweet  odour  from  thy  lips, 
JEmoalms  thy  memory. 

4  He  dwells  in  God  who  dwells  in  lov 

Yet  echoes  round  thy  grave  ;— - 
Bleft  they,  who  thee,  eternal  God ! 
Their  habitation  have, 


ELEGIES.  123 

5  Here's  room  for  us ;  we'll  mourn  in  hope, 

Lament  with  thankful  voice  ; 
Lo  !  quickly  comes  the  Lord,  to  give 

His  church  unfading  joys. 

ELEGY       III. 

AS  billows  roll  to  meet  their  fate, 
And  break  upon  the  fhore  * 
So  rolls  that  billow,  human  life, 
So  breaks,  and  is  no  more, 

2  Hufli'd  in  the  grave,  life's  bufy  dream 

Difturbs  no  more  thy  bread  : 
There  empty  glitt'ring  joys  no  more 

Gonfpire  to  thwart  thy  reft. 

a  Nor  fin,  nor  future  cares,  invade 

That  land  of  long  repofe, 
Where  reft  and  mortals  meet  at  laft, 

And  are  no  longer  foes. 

4  Calm  is  the  deep,  and  fmooth  the  fea, 

When  hufh'd  from  ev'ry  breeze ; 
So  calm  the  mind,  fo  fmooth  the  foul, 
When  ruffling  pauions  ceafe. 

5  Stretch'd  in  the  grave,  our  laft  retreat, 

You  view  at  diftance  there 
The  vain  purfuits  of  bufy  man, 
And  fmile  at  human  care. 

6  Blefs'd  be  the  grave  whofe  earth  contai: 

What's  dear  to  Jefus'  bread  : 
Let  ev'ry  foul  whom  Jefiis  warms 
Pronounce  the  relics  bleft. 


124  ELEGIES. 

7  A  time  fhall  come,  when  life  fhall  yet 

Revive  this  moulcTring  clay, 
And  thefe  clos'd  eyes  fhall  yet  awake, 
And  Jefus'  form  furvey. 

8  The  dead  to  flatter,  would  be  vain, 

Or  fpeak  in  praife  of  duft  : 
For  that  is  all  that's  found  of  man, 
Or  human  pride  at  laft. 

9  'Tis  not  my  talk  with  flattVing  tongue, 

Thy  virtues  to  commend  : 
The  man  whom  never  fpot  deform'd, 
Was  never  Jefus'  friend. 

io  Heav'n  in  rewarding  Jefus'  worth, 

Thy  merits  fhall  unfold  -, 
Enough  for  thee — that  Jefus  died ; 

And  fo  thy  bell  is  toll'd. 

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ELEGY        IV. 

THOU  facred  word  of  matchlefs  might  ! 
O  Word  of  truth  divine  ! 
Biefs'd  be  the  day  when  firft  thy  light 
'Mong  men  began  to  Ihine. 

a  Afide  from  thee,  where  (hall  we  look; 

Whofe  lives  are  but  a  fpan  ? 
Nothing  is  found  in  nature's  book 

Like  hope  for  dying  man. 

3  Eternal  darknefs  muft  have  held 

Uninterrupted  fway  ; 
Had  not  that  darknefs  been  difpell'd 

By  thy  all-chearing  ray. 


ELEGIES.  125 

4  Why  then's  thy  facred  light  and  blifs 

Defpis'd  by  great  and  fmall  ? — 
Becaufe  the  love  of  darknefs  is 
The  common  tafle  of  all. 

5  But  happy,  happy  'tis  for  man, 

Thy  light  ftill  fhines  abroad  ; 
That  ftill  thy  page  difplays  the  plan. 
And  grand  defigns  of  God. 

6  Then  tell  us,  facred  word,  when  fhall 

The  Lord's  redeem'd  arife  ? 
When  fhall  they  hear  his  powerful  call, 
To  meet  him  in  the  fkies  ? 

7  When  the  arch-angel's  trump  fhall  blow, 

His  dead  the  found  fhall  hear  : 
And -riling  from  the  tombs  below, 
Shall  met:  him  in  the  air. 

8  But  deign,  O  facred  Word,  to  fay 

If  he  Man's  forrows  feels  ; 
O  what  concern  protradts  his  flay  ? 
Why  flop  his  chariot-wheels  ? 

9  'Tis  a  concern  of  boundlefs  grace 

And  great  good-will  to  man  ; 
Long  fuffering  patience  Hops  his  pacej 
'Till  he  completes  his  plan. 

10  'Till  all  the  many  fons,  with  whom 

The  fon  of  God  took  part, 
Shall  in  the  fight  of  faith,  like  him, 
Learn  lowlinefs  of  heart. 

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126  ELEGIES. 

1 1  Conform'd  to  him  by  his  employ, 

In  fharne,  reproach,  and  thrall  : 
Like  him,  before  the  cnp  of  joy, 
Firft  tafte  the  cup  of  gall. 

12  O  then  !  quick  as  the  lightning  darts, 

Shall  Jefus  foon  appear, 
And  heal  his  people's  aching  hearts, 
And  wipe  away  each  tear. 

13  The  man  whofe  mem'ry  we  revere, 

Drank  deep  in  forrow's  cup, 
And  learn'd  by  difappointments  here, 
Far  better  things  to  hope  -, 

14  Like  the  firft  foll'wers  of  the  Lord, 

Whofe  lives  and  doftrines  he 

Admir'd  and  copy'd  ;  and  their  word 

To  fpeak  was  bold  and  free. 

15  This  bus'nefs  made  him  many  foes, 

Few  friends  and  fcanty  bread, 
And  fcarcely  found  he  at  life's  clofe 
A  place  to  lay  his  head. 

16  Yet  he  complain'd  not,  nor  repin'd, 

But  ever  kept  in  view 
That  matchlefs  humblenefs  of  mind 
Which  God's  dear  Son  did  ftiew. 

17  Patience  and  hope  on  ev'ry  fide, 

(His  comfort  and  his  ftay) 
Did  furely  join,  his  fleps  to  guide, 
Elie  he  had  loft  the  way. 


E     L     E     G     I     E     S.    -  127 

1 8  But  patience  with  the  cordial  word 

Refrefh'd  his  memory, 
He  talk'd  of  joys  with  which  the  Lord 
Rewarded  his  on  high. 

19  When  hope  and  patience  deign  to  guide 

Man  in  the  narrow  way  -, 
With  eafe  they'll  in  the  path  abide ; 
Far  from  it  never  ftray. 

ELEGY         V. 

OU  R  Elder  and  our  faithful  friend;, 
Who  was  by  us  lb  much  belov'd, 
Death  now,  from  all  the  ills  of  life, 
To  endlefs  glory  hath  remov'd. 

2  To  fpeak  his  praife  is  not  our  theme  : 
All  praife  and  glory  ever  be 

To  him  who  taught  his  heai't  to  know 
God's  boundlefs  grace  and  mercy  free. 

3  Led  by  th*  unerring  hand  of  him, 
Who  giveth  grace  to  whom  he  will ; 

He  rofe  from  Babel,  to  bring  forth 
Chrift's  captives,  and  his  word  fulfill. 

4  Trembling  at  that  enduring  word, 
The  ancient  Chriftian  order  he 

Reviv'd  ;  and  now,  Chrift's  little  flocks 
In  order,  as  at  firft  we  fee. 

5  Before  thefe  flocks  he  chearful  went 
In  faith  and  fervent  charity  : 

In  patient  fufPring,  joyful  hope, 
And  felf-denied  humility. 


128  *    E    L    E     G     I     E    S. 

6  No  lordfliip  o'er  the  flocks  he  claim'd  ; 
Their  God  he  led  them  to  revere ; 

To  all  God's  words  regard  to  fhew, 
And  of  none  elfe  to  ftand  in  fear. 

7  The  love  of  Chrift  inflam'd  his  breaft 
With  love  and  tender  care  alway, 

To  all  who  feem'd  to  love  that  truth, 
In  which  his  joy  and  comfort  lay, 

8  Oft  did  his  bofom  fwell  with  grief, 
When  he  their  wants  and  troubles  knew ; 

And,  like  a  tender-hearted  friend, 
His  love  in  deed  and  truth  did  {hew. 

9  The  eafe  and  pleafures  of  this  life 
And  all  its  boafted  honours  vain, 

With  chearfulnefs  he  did  forfake, 
The  truth  of  J^fus  to  maintain. 

10  Bold  as  a  lion  he  appear d, 

When  for  that  truth  he  did  contend ; 
For  this  no  face  of  man  he  fear'd  -, 
But  would  oppofe  his  deareft  friend. 

11  Much,  much  contempt  and  falfe  reproach, 
He  did  for  it  with  joy  endure  j 

As  knowing  whom  he  had  believ'd, 
And  that  his  word  Hands  ever  fure. 

11  The  bleffed,  heavenly,  glorious  hope 
Of  endlefs  life,  thro'  Jefus'  croft, 

Was  the  great  prize  he  had  in  view, 
For  this  he  counted  all  things  lofs. 

13  Ev'n  in  old  age,  when  others  fail, 
He  ftill  in  rich  fruits  did  increale, 


ELEGIES.  129 

Until  his  courfe  was  fully  run, 

And  then — his  latter  end  was  peace. 

14  The  world  was  crucify'd  to  him, 
And  he  to  it  was  crucify'd  ; 

By  faith  of  Jefus  Chrift  he  liv'd, 
And  in  the  faith  of  him  he  dy'd. 

15  Let  us,  dear  brethren,  follow  him,. 
As  he  the  Lord  did  follow  ftill  ; 

And  fliew  that  we  remember  him, 
By  ftudymg  his  Majler's  will. 

16  And  tho'  we  mourn,  let's  mourn  in  hope, 
Our  friend,  tho'  dead,  fhall  rife  again; 

Shall  rife  in  glory,  and  with  Chrift, 
Forever  and  forever  reign. 


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I     N     D     E     X. 

MOST  of  the  Songs  in  this  Book  are  in  what 
is  called  Common  or  Long  Metres  >  the 
Lines  of  the  former  contain  Eight  and  Six  Sylla- 
bles alternately  ;  and  thofe  of  the  latter  all  Eight, 
and  Four  Lines  to  each  Vcrfe.     No  S.nger  needs 
be  at  any  lofs  for  Tunes  to  thele    as  there  are 
.many  Pfalm  and  Song  Tunes  for  fuch  Metres 
It  may  be  obferved  however,  that  fome  of  the 
Scots  and  Englifh  Song  Tunes  anfwer  a  few  ot 
them  well,  fuch  as  the  following, 

SONGS. 

VI.  Rojlin  Caftle  l—Coming  through  the  Broom , 
and  the  Bogino.  ,  v 

VII.  She  roje  and  let  me  in  \—A  Dawn  of  Bop. 
XI.  XVI.  and  XLII.  Gilder oy* 

XIII.  Logan  Water. 
LVIII.  LXII.  and  LXVII.  'Tweed-fide. 
XXXVII.  Gallant  Grahams. 
LXXIV.  Birks  of  Invermay.  _ 

The  Flowers  of  the  For  eft  and  Sweet  Anme^ anfwer 
well  to  many  of  the  Long  Metre  Songs.  The  reit 
are  to  particular  Tunes,  as  follows. 

Song  XV.  As  the  Old  mi  Pfalm,  a  new  Tune 
to  the  f  1 3  Pfalm  .—Birmingham  and  Oakham  Tunes. 
XIX.  Gaberlunzie  Man.  , 

XXIII.  Alloa  Houfe}  and  Yellow  Hatr  d  Laddie. 

XXVII.  Bufy  Fly. 

XXVIII.  As  the  15th. 


Index. 

XXXIX.  New  Sotb  Pfalm  Tune.  *' 

vh/T^f  Parted  from  the  Sea. 

U  V.  and  LVII.  As  the  47th. 
LA.  Leander  on  the  Bay. 

tyIY'  Hail  Green  Fields- 

to  DaJ.)  EaM  HymH  (ChriJl  0Ur  L^  *  nfM 

LXXV.  As  the  49th. 
tXXVHl.   Gallajhiels.     . 

LXXXVT  ^  '"  ^  *>***>"/«*/. 
LAaXVL   Carle  an  the  King  come. 

ELEGIES. 

V .  Gallant  Grahams. 


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